Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your
Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for JustAnotherMannequinTwoOnTheMoveStarringNeitherAndrewMcCarthyNorKimCattrallMonday,
December 16st, 2013.
Sigh.
First-World Narcissists’ Problems.
Meanwhile, “report upon a Port-A-Potty” leapt
unbidden into what passes for Our mind when We typed “report upon”
earlier. This, presumably, would be why
Our career as a rap artist never took off.
(You’re picturing Us rapping now, aren’t
you? Serves you right.)
To return to Our point, Happy Birthday to
Holly, who turns twenty-four today right here in The City That Loves You (On
Your) Back. Also, Happy Birthday to
Rebecca, who also turns twenty-four today, also right here in The City Of
Brotherly Love Handles.
(The fact that this city has two names should
not lead you to confuse it with The City So Nice They Named It Twice. (Mainly because there is no city We can think
of that is called “Twice”. (Also, how do
you solve a problem like they call the wind Maria?))
Also, Happy Birthday to Dylan, who also turns
twenty-our today, and also to Nick, who, in a quadrangle of co-inky-dink, ALSO
turns twenty-four today. Both Dylan and
Nick turn twenty-four today out on The Left Coast, in California. Albeit in parts of California of which We
have never heard. Which they are clearly
doing just to torment Us, with Our poorly-tuned sense of geography.
So, New Eric’s!Daily!Horoscope! Rule:
if you are turning twenty-four in some geographic location of which We
have never heard, We shall decide
where you actually live. For example, We
hereby decree that both Dylan and Nick, while they still live in California, actually
live in WeHo. On the Sunset Strip. Where they are strippers. And Siamese twins. Which means that, while they can wear
perfectly normal pasties, their G-strings, of which they can only wear one at a
time (their conjoinment is most unfortunate) are hand-crafted by the same
designer who builds Johnny Depp’s codpieces when he’s in Tim Burton fillums.
(Is Johnny Depp ever NOT in Tim Burton
fillums? Also, does your chewing gum
lose its flavor on the bedpost over night fever, night fever?)
We have no idea. Just go with it.
At any rate, Happy Birthday To All, And To
All A Good Night And Thank You Magaldi.
In other other news, who has opposable thumbs
and will be performing not once, but TWICE
in Centre Theatre’s Independent Voices Festival in January? That’s right, ladies and genitals, this
Foul-mouthed, All-knowing Goddess!
That’s right, mark your calendars for Sunday,
January 12 at 8PM and Friday, January 17 at 8PM, in Beautiful Downtown
Norristown for the triumphant return of LOOKING FOR URANUS: Starzina Starfish-Browne’s
Comeback Tour!
Check out the SitOnOurFaceBook event (https://www.facebook.com/events/259746334150716/
(FYI That is NOT Our mouth in the
logo.)),
and keep your eyes glued…GLUED, goddammit…to
this space for further developments (We don’t even think tickets are available
yet, but you, Gentle Readers, will be the first to know when they are, so you
can snatch (heh) them up.)
This will not, as you may have guessed, be
the only reminder you will receive of this upcoming event. Stay tuned also for other appearances in the
Greater Philadelphia Area and up and down the Eastern Seaboard. Because Starzina is nothing if not
peripatetic. (Also poetic and chic.)
And now, here’s the
HorrorScope:
This is not a good day for
intense or heavy business, (Was that a fat joke?)
but you should at least try
to get on with your regular chores or errands. (But whoever will tend to Our
IRRegular chores and errands?)
In fact, you can get quite
a lot done by focusing on the superficial!
(GREAT! Because We are NOTHING if
not superficial.)
Still chatting away? (Also,
slip sliding away.)
Dashing (Through the snow
in a one-whore open-toed come-fuck-Us pump?)
(Ooops…sorry.)
around and having fun? (Or
that.)
Bet you are. (Bet you are
report upon a Port-A-Potty™ at Peppermint Patty’s pity party…)
(The rap world is SO not
ready for Us…)
The good news is that it’s
officially time to play. (Tcha, right.
People who KNOW how to play don’t WAIT for permission. Or persimmons. One of those.)
(Sometimes We worry that,
if We had a stroke, no one would be able to tell.)
Now you can do it with a
clear conscience. (Also, you can leave your hat on.)
Get yourself dressed, (How
did you know We were naked??? OhMiGod, the calls are coming from inside the house!!!!)
get out there and enjoy the
company of dear ones you haven’t seen in far too long. (See, you thought the line break would prevent
Us from seeing “far too long” as “fart oolong”, but not for all the tea in
China, OolongFartBreath.)
With the heavens as full as
they are of spontaneous, impetuous energies, (We thought We smelled something.)
you’d better not take the
night off. (What about the nightie?)
What if you missed
something? (How would We know?)
The right words are coming
easily to you now. (Aspidistra.
Melancholia. Fluffer-Nutter™.)
Make the most of this great
energy by chatting up someone you’ve been watching from afar. (Okay, who’s got Johnny Depp’s phone
number? (What, you thought We were able
to forget the image of “Johnny Depp’s codpieces” from earlier?))
Start off with random small
talk (Aspidistra. Melancholia. Fluffer-Nutter™.)
and see how far you get. (All the way to WeHo,
Bay-Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!)
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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