Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your
Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for WinesDay, November 6st, 2013. Happy Birthday to OurAmericanCousin Monica,
who turns twenty-four today somewhere in Oh Hai, Ohio.
Geographically challenged as We are, We find
Ohio particularly challenging, as, if you were (subjunctively) to show Us an
unmarked map of Ohio, (A.) We wouldn’t know it from Arkansas, South Carolina,
or the Bronx, and (2.) while We could name any number of cities beginning with “C”
that belong there, We would have no idea where to put them. (Although Our
InterNetzian friend and colleague AstroGeek (http://sett.com/astrogeek895/ ) is pushing for Us to bring Our show there,
so perhaps We should figger it out.)
Happy Birthday also to Peter, who also turns
twenty-four today. In Dellawhere. Which is, no doubt, equally geographically
confusing to geographically-challenged folks like Ourselves from different parts
of the country, but which confuses Us, due to proximity, not one whit.
(Insert “Battle of whits with the unarmed” joke
here.)
In other news, Dear SitOnMyFaceBook friends: not only do We not care which Golden Girl you
are; We also do not give a shit which Peanuts character you are most like. KThxBye.
And this just in, SitOnMyFaceBook freaks: in
answer to the latest annoying meme, “If I died tomorrow, what is the one thing
you would always remember about me?”, We have just two things to say: (1.) your
crappy grasp of the subjunctive, and (B.) try it and find out.
Changing gears completely, the aforementioned
show, The Little Show That Could, LOOKING FOR URANUS: Starzina
Starfish-Browne’s Comeback Tour , will be returning for one night only this
coming Sunday, November 10 at 7:30 at L’Etage.
Get your tickets here: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/499391 , before We go and get lost in the wilds of
Oh Hai, Ohio.
Speaking of LOOKING
FOR URANUS, did We mention yet that, in a fit of Madd Quotability, an
audience member referred to Us as a “foul-mouthed, all-knowing goddess”? We are thinking of having T-shirts made…
We are fully flummoxed, and,
frankly, flabbergasted, by the standstill to which Our “Picturing Gentle
Readers Naked” Weeks program has screeched. Our efforts to be All The Rage
(twenty-three skidoo! Oh you kid!) and
encourage The Sexting Like The Kidzs Do have come to naught, and We are at Our
whit’s end (Yes, We ARE going to keep doing that till it’s funny…fuck
you.) Our latest candidates having
failed Us for various reasons, We now feel it necessary to call for
volunteers. Anyone? Beulah Bondi?
(We would imagine you all out
there picturing Beulah Bondi naked, but We suspect very few of you know who the
hell she was.)
And
here is the HorrorScope:
Shouldn’t
John Phillip Sousa’s birthday be in March?
You
may meet someone new today who changes the way you think about your life. (No,
but really: Shouldn’t John Phillip Sousa’s birthday be in March?)
(All
of this funny is FREE in your morning email.
Lucky, lucky you!)
Perhaps their cultural perspective is quite
different from yours, (Fucking foreigners.)
or
maybe they’re just extremely persuasive!
(Did We mention that We made meatballs yesterday?)
(Apropos
of nothing, that was a non sequitur.)
(Shouldn’t
John Phillip Sousa’s birthday be in March?)
Do
more today! (More what?)
More
what, you might ask? (We just did.
AssHatt.)
It doesn’t really matter. (Then why do it?)
You
just need to start busy and stay busy all day long. (So, like a beaver, then?)
(Much
like the Spanish Inquisition, nobody expected that beaver joke just then, did
they?)
Being
active will put a smile on your face (Being passive has its moments, too.)
;)
(We
are just batting a thousand, aren’t We?)
(Whatever
the fuck “batting a thousand” means. It
is presumably some sports term. Which,
much like the geography of Ohio, makes it unfathomable.)
(Shouldn’t
John Phillip Sousa’s birthday be in March?)
and
help you make a lot of progress in a big project. (Oh, yeah…We’d be a BIG hit
in The Projects.)
Action
is your aim, and action is its own reward. (Those ten words could be rearranged
in any order, and they would make just as little sense.)
There
is nothing quite like the feeling you get when you ride a wave of momentum all
day long — you will feel like you are invincible among your friends and
irreplaceable among your coworkers. (All
together now: Random “I” Words: Interrogatory! Indefatigable! Iroquois!
Indianapolis! Interstitial!
ItsyBitsySpider!)
A
tiny setback in your love life (Wait…We have a love life?)
may
force you to take off the rose-colored spectacles (Wait…We have rose-colored
spectacles? Which Golden Girl does that
make Us?)
and
take a clearer view. (Okay, which penis character does it make Us?)
Make
sure to ask a friend’s opinion to figure out what’s really going on. (Shouldn’t
John Phillip Sousa’s birthday be in March?)
Namaste, MotherFuckers.
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://sett.com/astrogeek895/. 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.
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