Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your
Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for JustAnotherManiacShe’sAManiacOnTheFloorAndShe’sDancingLikeSheNeverDancedBefore…Sorry…ManicMonday,
April 28rd , 2014.
Happy Birthday to Anne, who turns twenty-four
today in Al-t-t-toonaTown.
Happy
Birthday also to Greg, who also turns twenty-four today, in
FairBrooklynThePrideOfTheThornInTheSideOfNewYork.
Happy Belated Birthday, meanwhile, to
Christina and Dena, Israel and Letta, and Raechal and OurAmericanCousin Roxane,
each of whom turned twenty-four this past weekend in such disparate locations
as MaryLand and Virginia, Greater Bostonia and The City Of Brotherly Love
Handles, and Jew Nersey and Fran Sancisco, where We hear it’s lovely, but where
We also hear that they think Rice-A-Roni™ is a treat.
We would have a little contest to see who
could most quickly and correctly match the belated birthday boyz and gurlz with
their correct geographic locations, but then We would most likely realize how
very few people are paying any attention to Us whatsoever.
For those of you who enjoy Stories In Which
We Are Tortured (which is all of you, yes?), We would like to point out that
Our next-door neighbor’s kitchen renovation continues apace, for the four
hundred and elebenty-twelve-billionth week in a row, with all of the attendant
hammering, drilling, and whatnot One could possibly wish to enjoy with One’s
morning coffee. (Said “whatnot”
includes, but is not limited to, outbursts of language which would make Us
blush (if We were not already a cunning linguist Our Own Self.))
In other news, We are awaiting with bated
breath (because We are nothing if not a master breath-bater) the arrival of Our
birthday gift of tickets to see Hedwig
and the Angry Inch starring Neil Patrick Harris and Lotte Lenya…
In still other news, please Save The Dates
for Thursday, May 8th, for the next installment of The
Walker and O’Dare Radio Mystery Hour at the Powel House, and Saturday, May 10th, as
the WaitStaff will be playing The Mother of All Match Games at
L’Etage. More on that story as it
develops, but inside sources tell Us that Jesus H. Christ’s celebrity chair
will be taken by His Mother, Mrs. Mary MotherOfGod! You won’t want to miss
THAT!
We suddenly find Ourselves (not that We were
looking for Us, but it’s a figger of speech) in the sign of Taurus, Our video for
which is above, and here is the link with which you may share it with your
friends:
Also, for those of you who like cups of tea, and history, and someone
in a tree, here is Our previous Taurus video, which is somewhat of a fillum
noir, if you will. (Or even if you won’t…since when is it all about you?):
And here’s the HorrorScope:
In celebrity birthday news, it is the
birthday of some lovely specimen named Drew Seeley, of whom We have (much like
what’s-his-pecs on Friday) never heard.
However, some crafty Googling on Wikipedia has enabled Us to pinpoint
the onset of Our disconnect with current pop culture to Our complete ignorance
of the entire High School Musical series. Said ignorance, We hasten to assure you,
seems destined to continue unabated, despite the existence in The Universe of
Zac Efron’s (circumcised) penis.
In non-penis-related celebrity birthday news,
this past weekend marked the birthday of Jack Klugman, which We bring up as an
excuse to say, “Hi, Sharon!”
You’re exploring new territory today (Are We
spelunking? Because that sounds like
more fun. (Although “spelunkers have
more fun” sounds like a terrible slogan.))
— maybe in the company of coworkers, maybe on
your own entirely. (Oh, please. Do you
even need to ask? We have no cow orkers. All of Our cows are, sadly, unorked.)
The terrific energy that courses through you
as you make discoveries is its own reward!
(Well, it’ll have to be, won’t it?
It’s not like any other rewards are coming along any time soon…)
The ball is totally in your court, (Just the
one? Where’s the other one?)
and
you could be nearing the end of the game. (Well, there’s a cheerful thought.)
Give it your all (Yeah, ya know, We try that…and
still We wind up screwed. Meanwhile,
however, much like Ashton Kutcher’s The
Butterfly Effect, the fact that We just got screwed has caused Us to
refrain from doing A Nice Thing We were gonna do, and…JEEBUS CRIPES, STOP THAT
INCESSANT DRILLING, OR WE’RE GONNA COME OVER THERE!)
— holding back now just confuses your
teammates and might give your opponents just the opening they’re waiting for. (Wait…Our opponents are waiting for Our
opening? Since when?)
You don’t want to do that, (Or much of
anything else, neither.)
especially when the prize is just within your
reach. (That’s whatcha get in CrackerJacks™.)
(What?)
Most
of all, you deserve it — a fact that competitors have to acknowledge. (So are people who compete on the InterNetz
dot.competitors?)
(Sorry.)
Keep up the good work! (Kiss Our assets! Also,
Our grits!)
You
know what? (Chicken butt.)
Things
are always, always greener, (It’s not easy being greener.)
so don’t make a wish. (Ice cream…is a dish…Moss
Hart makes…)
It might come true. (And We wouldn’t want
THAT, now would We?)
Avoid spending too much time lamenting your
single status (But We are such a good lamenter…)
— it’s
really a blessing in disguise. (So it looks like a fucking curse, then?)
(Heh…see what We did there?)
You don’t realize it, but you’re the envy of
all your attached friends. (Well,
sure. If, by “attached friends”, you
mean “conjoined twins”.)
Revel in it, baby! (Oh, shut up.)
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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