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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Midnight at the oasis

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for WinesDay, October Whineth, 2013.  Happy Birthday to Jim, who turns twenty-four today right here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles.  Also, Happy Birthday to Kristina, who also turns twenty-four today, somewhere in Greater Bostonia. And Happy Day Of Hump to the rest of all y’all; send yo’ camels to bed.

Faithful Gentle Readers will recall Monday’s e-pissode, which see: , which was, amongst other things, Picturing Kevin Naked Day.

Which was followed by yesterday’s realization, for which you can follow the link:, but which also, conveniently, follows:

“We are also not entirely sure that We are finished with yesterday’s “Picturing Kevin Naked” exercise.  Especially since We realized, much later in the day, that the circumstances under which We saw Kevin naked repeatedly also involved seeing Allen naked.  Also repeatedly.  So then, naturally, We started picturing that.  Yep; We’re not finished.

(We are also not Finnish.  But then, no one suggested that We were.)”

Which led to a subsequent realization, unfortunately after We had finished (or Finnished) e-pisstlizing, that, although the circumstances under which We saw Kevin and Allen naked were the same, We never saw them naked at the same time.

Naturally, We then had to begin picturing THAT.  Which leads to today’s announcement, that We are hereby officially declaring it Picturing Kevin And Allen Naked WEEK.

You’re welcome.

FYI: We are on the verge of declaring it Picturing Kevin And Allen Naked MONTH.  Which, amongst other things, would lead to a very festive Trick-Or-Treat at month’s end.

Moving on, have We neglected so far to mention Our show, which We are remounting (ooooohhhh!)?  LOOKING FOR URANUS: Starzina Starfish-Browne’s Comeback Tour, the best-kept secret of the 2013 Philadelphia Fringe Festival, will be performed for one night only, Sunday, October 13 at 7:30 at L’Etage, so that everyone who was too busy Fringing can have a chance to see it.  Getcher tickets here:

Cocktails will be served, and you can picture Kevin and Allen naked the whole time.

And here is the HorrorScope:

Didja know that Sean Lennon was born on his father’s birthday?  Neither did We, till today.

Your independent mind (So, wait…you’re saying Our mind has a mind of its own?  That’s gonna be a problem…)

is arriving at new ideas at great speed today (That’s what generally happens when One has great speed.)

— but there’s no need to share them just yet!  (Don’t let Cher hear you say that!)

Your energy is better spent on brainstorming (Does Our brain have a brain of its own, too?  Take an umbrella!  And wear your rubbers!)

and recording your best and hottest plans.  (Just IMAGINE what We’re going to picture next month!)


 You have an incredible energy welling up inside of you, (Tom Welling?)


(We are a wee tad confused as We have to do the murder mystery tonight.  On a weeknight.  Which has Us muddled as to what day it actually is.  We, of course, are somewhat easily muddled these days.  Much like a mojito.)

so you need to figure out a great way to use up all that enthusiasm!  (Here’s a hint:  the murder mystery?  Not using up any enthusiasm.)

It’s a wonderful time to dive head first into projects or adventures that involve a lot of other people (‘Round these parts, that’s called an orgy.)

(Did the phrase “dive head first” make anyone else think “orgy in a bouncy castle”?  Just Us?  Alrighty, then.)

— and the more diverse the group is, the better.  (And the more divers there are…)

(Heh.  See what We did there?)

You are especially well-tuned toward people from different cultures, and there are important insights you are ready to absorb from them.  (Ms. Starfish-Browne, the Human Depends™!)


This is a day of celebration, education and revelation!  (And, no doubt, a whole lot of other things that end in –ation.)

Ignite that adventurous, romantic spirit you’re so famous for. (Does anyone else smell something burning?)

It’s time to get out and do something new (Nude.)

— even if it’s not brand new, (Nude.)

make sure it’s new to you. (Nude.)

Expanding your boundaries opens up romantic possibilities. (This face seats five.  (Howzzat?))

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:  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!)


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.