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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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Hello, Ducks!





Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for  GoodPieRupeeTuesday, September Tenf , 2013. Happy birfday to Our granddaughter, Mo’Niques, who turns twenty-four today.  People frequently ask Us such questions as “How is it possible that both you and your granddaughter are twenty-four?”  To which We respond, “Blah-blah-blah time machine, blah-blah-blah credenza, you’re nakedly skimming this crap and that’s the best question you can come up with?  Whatevs.”




The preceding has inspired Us to imagine that perhaps We should add an FAQ section around here.  Perhaps more people would tune in more faithfully if We had a section devoted to Fierce African Queens.





Happy Birthday also to Patrick, who turns twenty-four today in New York (the one in New York, not the one in…wait, what?), and to Jillian, who turns twenty-four today somewhere in Greater Bostonia, and to Brian, who turns twenty-four today in Washington.  DC.  (We say that, apparently, to distinguish it from Washington AC.  And Washington AC/DC.)  




Do We know people in all the best places, or what?




It occurs to Us that We have been remiss in not re-sharing Our other Virgo video with you, the one with the hawtt almost-nekkid angel in it.  So here ya go:






It being Fringe Festival time, One can see theater pretty much 24/7 here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles.  Consequently, We found Ourself last evening at The Church Of The Crucifixion to see Terry Brennan in Tribe of Fools’ Antihero.  As it turns out, Terry isn’t IN the show, he directed it, so We only saw him before and after.




We are telling you all of this because you really and truly need to run and not walk to get some of the few remaining tickets to this show.  It closes, for some reason, this Saturday.  (Naturally, you also need to get tickets to OUR show, info re which follows.  But then, you knew that already.  (Didn’t you?))




We do so love going to see Tribe of Fools’ shows, because they are the one company where We are guaranteed never to be jealous that We are not in the show.  Mainly because they do such physical work that, were We (subjunctively) to be cast, We would be dead five minutes into the first rehearsal.  (Note to Self: meet with Terry to discuss possibility of playing quadriplegic wheelchair-bound character in next year’s Tribe of Fools Fringe show. (Never mind…they’d probably make him Evel Knievel.))




The show is set in and around a comic book store here in The City That Loves You (On Your) Back, and deals with such themes as Taking The Law Into One’s Own Hands, Doing The Right Thing, and the Philadelphia Parking Authority.  The script is really, really funny, smart, and literate.  We don’t want to give anything away, but We would particularly enjoy seeing how someone actually typed out one of the best displays of Inarticulate Rage We have ever seen.




The direction and fight choreography are brilliant.  Even the set changes (and those of you who know Us well know how We loathe watching set changes) work.




The acting, in addition to being acrobatic (they are doing something called Parkour, because the show is about superheroes, and Peter Parkour was Spiderman, or something), is stellar across the board, with finely drawn (and often, quickly finely drawn) characters full of really fun quirks and tics.




The three principals were uniformly fine.  As the (anti)hero, Peter Smith used every crayon in the box to create a fully-realized three-dimensional vigilante. Colleen Hughes was electric, and Kyle Yackoski was a revelation.




Among the ensemble (who were not really much less principal than the principals), We would have to single out Zachary Chiero as the comic book store owner, mainly because he made the most out of what seemed like the least material.  Also because he had the funniest dance move.   Carolina Millard had some fine moments as crime victims.  Leah Holleran’s police officer found all the funny in the silences in between the text as well as in the text.  And Tim Popp’s 12-year-old boy walked off with the funniest set piece in the show.  (We won’t spoil it by telling you what it is.  Because you’re buying tickets RIGHT NOW, aren’t you?  http://fringearts.ticketleap.com/antihero/#view=calendar )



(As a bit of trivia, We shall point out that, in a SitOnMyFaceBook discussion this summer, John Zak and We helped select the music for the curtain call.)
                                                                                           
Speaking of Uranus, up until Sunday,
We were slaving and toiling to open Our Own show, Looking for Uranus: Starzina Starfish-Browne’s Comeback Tour.   It went WAAAAYYY better than We could have ever expected, except for the fact that many of you were not there.  Let’s fix that, shall We? Please go and buy tickets now.  We’ll wait.





Also, tell your friends, etc.  We have been a little preoccupied with, ya know, making there be a SCRIPT for the damn thing that We haven’t quite been the lean, mean publicity machine We might otherwise have been.




(That paragraph works best if you pronounce that last “been” as “bean”.  You DID pronounce that last “been” as “bean”, didn’t you?  If not, We’ll wait whilst you go back.)




There is also a SitOnMyFaceBook event here: https://www.facebook.com/events/706806152678843/ for your convenience in sharing on that platform.



 


And here is the HorrorScope:



In celebrity birthdays, today is Ryan Phillippe’s birthday.  In addition to his many fillums, he is notable for his inclusion on Our list of celebrities whose underwear We would like to be reincarnated as.



And now,  thanks to Our Gentle Reader Donny for supplying Us with this, which We shall offer up in lieu of call-and-response to AssHat Kelli’s ass(tromalogical) ho(roscopulations) today, as We have Things To Do.  It is safe for work.  Enjoy!  http://gayboysguidetothezodiac.blogspot.com/2012/12/your-sign-as-summed-up-by-gifs.html





In gaseousness,

Starzina Starfish-Browne



(Your Your-O-Scopes:


(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.