Hello, Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for Winesday, July
Turd, Twenny-Turdteen. Happy Birthday to
Miriam, who turns twenty-four today here in The City That Loves You (On Your)
Back. Also, Happy Birthday to Brian, who
also turns twenty-four today, also here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles. Also too, Happy Birthday to Wally, who also
too turns twenty-four today, albeit in Maine.
Where the rain stays spainly on the plain. Or something.
It
is not, of course, Hump Day, as tomorrow is a holiday, and many of you no doubt
have Friday off as well. Which would
seem to mean that, for those with Monday through Friday work schedules,
yesterday was Hump Day. So Happy Belated
Hump Day, better Hump than never, a Hump in the hand is worth two in the bush,
a Hump in time saves nine.
Didja
ever notice how little sense some of those old sayings make?
For
something new and different, it is not raining at this very moment. However, it obviously rained earlier, and it
clearly intends to rain again. Lest We
feel neglected in the Things Falling On Us Out Of The Sky Department.
We
have been contemplating the art of writing lately…
Shall
We compare thee to young Susan Dey?
Thou
art more lovely and less anorexic…
Shakespeare,
Shmakespeare…it occurs to Us that We’ve become quite prolific of late (apparently,
We rarely type the word “prolific”, as it just occurred to Us that it looks
like an adjective for the “Pro-Life” movement).
Why, We have two shows as yet unwritten for this year’s Fringe Festival,
and, had We (subjunctively) gone with the first one We haven’t written yet, We’d
have been represented in this year’s Festival ONLY as a writer. Circumstances
beyond Our control, unfortunately, forced Us to go with the second show We
haven’t written yet, thereby giving YouPeople a public appearance by Starzina
to which to look forward. Lucky, lucky you!
Speaking
of hilarity, We’re still waiting to hear what anybody has to say about that
random picture of Joan Crawford and Colonel Sanders.
In
other news, as you can see, Our latest video, Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope: CANCER
2013 is above.
If you’ve been paying attention (oh,
relax; We know you haven’t), you will note that this is the fourth installment
in a (so far) four e-pissode story arc.
Because We’re a writer like that, and stuff.
We would like you to take this link to said
video http://youtu.be/e-EpBAfem_M and
email it to your friends. Or put it on
their SitOnMyFacebook pages. Or, if they
are having a Cancer birthday, wish them a happy birthday with it. Seriously, people…is this so difficult?
And here is the HorrorScope:
It is Tom Cruise’s birthday. In honor of tomorrow’s holiday, We’re going
to let YouPeople Make Your Own Joke.
Take stock of what you’ve got today. (Well, it’s Tom Cruise’s birthday. So there’s probably shortcake. In the closet.)
(Hey, We gave YOU a chance to Make Your Own Joke. You didn’t do it. Whatever happens now is YOUR FAULT.)
That should largely be focused on material possessions, (‘Cause
We are living in the material world, and We are a material girl.)
but you may also find it somewhat fruitful (Heh.)
to think about your spiritual resources as well. (Wow.
Way to bring down the room. Bitch.)
Today you’ll get a stronger sense of what your role in a
relationship is — and you might not like what you discover. (When this sentence first caught Our eye
earlier, the first “role” We thought of (for reasons unfathomable) was “filibusterer”.
Or, in ze Frawnch, “filibustiere”. As in
“that blond girl may be stupid, but she sure can filibustiere.” (Every so often, We like to throw Our str8
boi readers a bone(r). This was one of
those times.))
(Random asides:
Does “caught Our eye” make anyone else viZZZualize Us as
a Cyclops?
And
If you type “bone(r)” and just leave it alone, Micro$oft
Weird™ makes it “bone®”. Which is also
funny, but not in the same way.)
You thought there was a permanence to this partnership, (Which
twin has the Toni™?)
(Gawd, We’re old.)
but now you’re not so sure. (We thought We couldn’t make up Our mind, but
now We’re not so sure…)
Before you throw in the towel and assume it’s all over, (Test
it out by throwing in the washcloth first.)
have a conversation with the other person. (Or that.)
Tell them what you think about the balance of power
between the two of you and ask them if what you fear is true. (Wow. That was as lyrical as a miracle. You are a poet, but you are unaware of it.)
Chances are, (Johnny Mathis is as gay as Tom Cruise.)
you have misunderstood something. (Oh, Honey.
We are Miss Understood 2013.)
(We have no idea what that means.)
The long hours you’ve been working are starting to pay
off, and you’re recognized as the superstar you already know you are! (Again with the rhyming! Thank you Ogden Gnash. G-nash, g-nash, g-nash.)
Celebrate success with friends at your favorite happy
hour and see who takes notice. (Yeah. Let’s just see who takes any notice of Us.)
In
gaseousness,
(Meanwhile, why We didn’t think of this sooner, We’ve got no idea, but
better laid than necking, as they say (and how right they are!). For
real live actual ass(tromlaogical) ho(roscopular) advice, please visit Our good
friend AstroGeek here: http://agskylab.blogspot.com/. Our Own
epistular musings are of use to you only insofar as making you feel better by
comparison, but he will give you actual pertinent advice for your very own
lives, based on upon the positions and transitations of all manner of planets,
planetoids, asteroids, Altoids™, hemorrhoids, and other heavenly flotsam,
jetsam, and Jetsons. Plus, he knows all about Uranus!)
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Starzina
Starfish-Browne was born in the wagon of a traveling show…well, okay, not
really. She was actually born in Lowake, Texas, the daughter of a beautician
and either a garage mechanic or the town mailman. At sixteen, she escaped her
humble beginnings by running off with Doctor Browne’s Traveling Medicine Show
and, more to the point, Doctor Browne. Following the dissolution of this
unfortunate entanglement (Doctor Browne was a Virgo and Starzina is, of course,
an Aries), which produced a daughter, Starzina entered a contest in Soap Opera
Digest and won a scholarship to Oxford (yes, in ENGLAND), where she earned her
doctorate in the newly-created dual major of Astrology and Human Sexuality.
There is absolutely NO TRUTH to the rumor that Starzina’s second daughter has
Royal blood, despite tabloid photographs allegedly depicting her cavorting on
the Italian Riviera with Princes William and Harry, clad only in Prussian
helmets and armbands of questionable taste. Starzina currently resides with her
daughters in Philadelphia, the City That Loves You (On Your) Back, where she
enjoys Double Coupon Day at the local SuperCruise and “encouraging” the
coxswain of the Penn rowing team.
When pressed, Colonel Sanders admitted that Joan Crawford "tastes just like chicken".
ReplyDeleteHA!
ReplyDeleteI had no idea that Ms Dey was anorexic. Now, I understand that this is a disease and all, but is it really possible that it is worse to be anorexic than obese? (Or course it is, but at least people who claim that anorexia is a "lifestyle choice" actually have a case, but that's just what my bracelet reminding me to not eat tells me.)
ReplyDeleteShe was apparently a big ol' anorexic during Partridge Family, before anybody knew what it was. The story goes, her skin actually turned yellow, because for a while, all she ate was carrots.
DeleteLOOK AT YOUR BRACELET, ANNA!!!
BTW I had no idea until today that The Onion does horoscopes. (Well, that might not be true; I may have known it and just forgotten, but... nevertheless...)
ReplyDeleteHere's yours:
Aries
Turns out it's not your relationship with your father that's been eating you up inside, but rather a three-foot long parasite lodged directly below your kidney.