Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your
Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for GoodPieRupeeTuesday, November Twenny-Fivest, 2014.
Happy Birthday to OurAuntSandy, who is a
completely different person than the Sandy to whom We wished a Happy Birthday
yesterday. OurAuntSandy turns
twenty-four today all the way out in TotoIDon’tThinkWe’reInKansasAnyMore. (It is no damn wonder Dorothy was confused…We
have been to Kansas once, and half the time One thinks One is in Kansas, One is
actually in Missouri. Also, Kansas City?
Is actually in Missouri. Except when it
isn’t.)
Geography is hard.
Happy Birthday also to Ed, who also turns
twenty-four today, right here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles.
Speaking of birthdays, We have leapt this
past weekend into Sagittarius, Our video for which is above. If We had Our finger on Our ephemeris We
could tell you exactly when.
(Dirty-minded Gentle Readers with limited vocabularies just went
scurrying off to Google “ephemeris” on Wikipedia. Quests for knowledge are HAWTT.)
Here is the link with which you may share Our
Sagittarius video with both of your friends:
And here, for your further edification, is
Our very first Sagittarius video:
(If your name is Ed, do you even need further
edification?)
(Heh…see what We did there?)
Speaking of codpieces (it is so relevant…watch
the video), here, presented sans comment, is a pixture from a local production
of Kiss Me, Kate:
So yesterday was pretty perfect, no? All the rain they predicted for the daytime
happened the night before, and it was sunny all day, with a high of 73 here in
The City That Loves You (On Your) Back.
Of course, We’re going to pay for it tomorrow, as it snows on everybody’s
Turkey Day travel, but whatevs.
In still other news, thanks to Our most
recent efforts, Googling “Grayson Coats naked” and “Grayson Coats’ penis” on
Wikipedia now return hits, much like “Elih Tani naked” and “Elih Tani’s
penis”. You’re welcome, Grayson
Coats. And Elih Tani.
Is no
one going to comment on how adorable this is? Or at
all? (Is this thing on?):
Moving on, didja know that We have been
e-pisstling e-pissodes of these e-pisstles in one form or another since
2001? And that the earliest dead-tree
archival records from 2004 are now TEN YEARS OLD, and can be found (for a small
fee) here:
Thank Gawd We didn’t stray from the point.
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In celebrity birthday
news, Our celebrity birthday website informs Us that it is the birthday of one
Joey Chestnut. His claim to fame,
according to said website? “Other.” Naturally, We were compelled to Google him on
Wikipedia…
He is a competitive
eater.
We give the fuck up.
You’re using people to
your advantage today — but you’re not hurting them, so your karmic debt stays
the same. (Where are these damn people? Other than yesterday’s story about Allen, We
don’t recall much of this “using to Our advantage”. And THAT was in a damn dream…)
If anything, you may
be able to use this energy to help others!
(Well,
yippee-kai-yi-fuckin’-yay!)
Does it seem to you
that the lunatics are in charge of the asylum? (So We’re sitting here, staring at the word “lunatic”, and wondering
why it isn’t pronounced more akin to “fanatics”. (So what We’re saying, in essence, is that
clearly NO ONE is in charge of the asylum.))
A boss, manager or
some other kind of big cheese may not be quite the cool, calm and collected
authority figure that you were hoping for. (“Big cheese”?
Seriously?)
If that’s the case,
don’t just stamp your feet and scream at anyone who’ll stand still. (Why not? That sounds
like fun.)
Instead, keep your
head even while others around you may be losing theirs. (Kiss Us quick, We’re Marie Antoinette. (Oh, wait…))
Hopefully everyone
will notice your example and follow it. (Yeah. ‘Cause that could happen.)
You finally got that
date! (Of course We
did. Because We were aiming for the
fig.)
It’s totally normal to be this nervous, but
remember they’re probably just as nervous! (It IS an asylum, after all.)
Don’t forget to have
fun! (Wouldn’t “remember to
have fun” be a more glass-half-full way of saying that? AssHatt.)
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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