Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your
Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for WinesDay, June 11st , 2014.
Happy Birthday to Bill, who turns twenty-four
today somewhere in the country. (Also,
somewhere in THIS country. THE country
being IN this country, as it is. Which must
be confusing to tourists. (And which begs the question, We being We, as to what
they call country music in other countries.
Especially other countries which have country music of their own. As,
presumably, many of them do. (Unless
they’re a little country, like, say, Monaco.)))
They can’t very well call it “American music”,
because so is John Phillip Sousa. And
Stephen Sondheim. And Marilyn Manson.
And, seriously, if you mix up Tammy Wynette and Marilyn Manson, you’ve
got worse problems than Engrish being your Second Language.
Okay, We’re bored of that…moving on… (aren’t
you proud of Us for never saying “We put the ‘cunt’ in ‘country’” in the course
of that discussion? Yeah, Us too.)
So anyway, ordinarily, e-pissodes of Eric’s!Daily!Horoscope!
are stand-alone. But today, due to some
seriously developing themes and subplots, We are going to recommend that you go
and read yesterday’s e-pissode first (if you haven’t already). You will find it here: http://ericsdailyhoroscope.blogspot.com/2014/06/hey-sugar-daddy-hansel-needs-some-sugar.html
, and, in case you need extra encouragement, there are candy penises (penii?).
Okay, so you’re either back or you never left. So We were waiting for a gentlemanly call
from a gentleman caller to escort Us to An Event. In a development that will surprise no one,
no one called, gentlemanlyly or otherwise.
However.
We are Woman, hear Us whore; Our ass is too
big to ignore.
(What the hell ever happened to Helen Reddy,
anyway?)
We put on Our big gurrrlll panties and went
to The Event by Our Own Self.
The Event
was a fillum festival. Because We know
people who make fillums, and whose fillums wind up in festivals. Because Our life is glamorous like that.
Clearly, your pee is green with endive.
(What does that even MEAN?)
At any rate, Our friend wrote, directed, and
starred in a short fillum called BIGGER, which was hysterically funny. And here comes the first developing
theme/subplot: moving on from yesterday’s
candy penises (penii?), said fillum was about a theoretical penis (which We
never saw (hence its theoreticality)). In fact, the fillum might well have been
subtitled “The Little Penis That Could” (or,
possibly, “Couldn’t”).
Meanwhile, in one of those co-inky-dinks that
could only happen to Us (or on an e-pissode of The Young and the Rest Of Us), We happened to know a number of the actors who
starred in the fillum festival’s final fillum (there were three fillums, and
they were each well under half an hour long…clearly, the fillum festival
planners have met Our attention span), including Keith, Corinna (whom We Our
Own Self Personally have seen with The Devil), and Dito.
Now here comes developing theme/subplot
Number Two (heh…she said “Number Two”): non-naked
skimmers will recall that yesterday was the birthday of TheLovelyAndTalented Kevin, who has the
distinction of being the star of the first live performance of Hedwig
and the Angry Inch that We ever saw.
Well, Dito, who was in the final fillum last night, was the star of the
SECOND live performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch that We
ever saw. TWICE.
Clearly, this means that Neil Patrick Harris
will be calling by the end of this week to offer Us free tickets to his little
show.
Riiiiight?
(Parenthetically (hence the parentheses), We
once met a random Hedwig at a party of some sort, but We don’t count her,
because We didn’t see her perform.)
In other news, We find Ourselves (not that We
were looking for Us, but it’s a figger of speech) in the sign of Gemini, Our
video for which is above …and here is the link with which you may share it with
your friends: http://youtu.be/Yj7enrUk6js
))).
Also, for those of you who like cups of tea, and history, and someone
in a tree, here is Our previous Gemini video, which is the first
Starzina’s
Time of the Month Horoscope video We ever made. Just look how far We’ve come! (Ooops…did that
get in your eye?):
And here’s the HorrorScope:
It is Joshua Jackson’s birthday. In Our
oh-so-humble opinion, We could all stand to see a great deal more of Joshua
Jackson, on screens both large and small.
Somebody hire that boy for something, wouldja?
There’s just a wee bit too much going on
beneath the surface (Indeed. So much so
that, on the way from the subway to the fillum festival last night, We were
forced to stop into Barnes & Noble to poop.)
(To quote Our friend Sean from Greater
Bostonia, “as the kids say, TMI”.)
(Although what the fuck Three Mile Island has
to do with anything, We have no idea.)
(On the other hand, it WAS an epic poop. One might even say “nuclear”.)
(We kill Us.)
— so make sure that you’re ready to deal with
the cavalcade of pent-up feelings that seem to be taking over your life. (“Cavalcade”
is one of those words you just don’t hear often enough, innit?)
It gets better soon! (Than what?)
Just when you thought things absolutely
couldn’t get any more intense — well, here it is. (Nothing communicates
intensity like “well, here it is”.
AssHatt.)
One more situation you have no choice but to
become totally and completely emotionally involved in. (Joshua Jackson’s
birthday?)
Oh, go ahead. (Jump out of Joshua Jackson’s
birthday cake? Don’t mind if we do.)
Give it your all. (What? Candy penises (penii?) and everything?)
But know that there could be one more dispute
en route tonight, before you can actually let go and put it all behind
you. (“Dispute en route”? Clearly, Kelli is a poet, but she is unaware
of it.)
You might have some pent-up energy that’s not
perfect for romance, (Gee…ya think?)
so power through a work project in order to
direct it productively. (We shall power through. Like Jeff Stryker in Powertool. (Is “We Shall Power Through” the white yuppie version of
“We Shall Overcome”? Discuss.))
The flip side is you’ve got the chance for
progress and regeneration. (By process of elimination, We shall have a
professional regurgitation…(We only said that because We couldn’t think of a
Flip Wilson joke.))
(Candy-coated popcorn, penis, and a prize…that’s
what you get in CrackerJack™.)
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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