I’m like a bird

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for GoodPieRupeeTuesday,  December Twoth, 2014.

Happy Birthday to TheLovelyAndTalentedBlair, who turns twenty-four today all the way out in Colorado.  (We would make a geographical joke about that, but how funny is a big square state that isn’t Wyoming? (On the other hand, it being also the birthday of Nelly Furtado, perhaps We should be writing a limerick.  What’s a body part that’s usually covered by underwear and ends in “-ado”?))

(Please note that We merely assume (thereby making Hume Cronyn rise from the dead and think about Uma Thurman’s ass) that Blair is still Lovely, as he hasn’t sexted Us in quite some time. (Or, ya know, EVER.))

Happy Birthday also to Buddy, who also turns twenty-four today.  In Connecticut.  (Which is totally gonna fuck up Our limerick writing, as there is no celebrity born today whose name rhymes with “etiquette”.  (Statewise, it is Amber Montana’s birthday, but (A.) We have no idea who that is, and (2.) it is unclear to Us whether Montana is an American state or a Canadian province.))

(Also, for the record, Buddy has never sexted Us either.)

From the Random Dream Department, it occurs to Us that, if One is going to eat pizza in a dream, it should not be bad pizza.  With floppy, underdone crust, unseasoned tomato sauce out of a can, and just a sprinkling of store-brand parmesan-cheese-like powdered food substance.

(Oh, are you mentally tasting that now?  Too bad, so sad, anal sex with your dad.)

(In other news, Floppy Underdone Crust was Our nickname in high school.)

Meanwhile, Other Annoying Things:  there is plenty of lovely Christmas music, and We have no objection to it.  (We object when stores start playing it during their Fourth of July sales, but other than that…)  We do, however, object  to being currently ear-wormed (can that be a verb?  Surely that can be a verb…) by two of the worst Christmas songs ever, alternating with each other on a continuous loop.  To wit, Frank Sinatra’s drunken rendition of “It’s A Marshmallow World”, and “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas”. Gawd!

(Edited to add that We edited that to add a comma between the song titles, as there is, to the best of Our knowledge, no Frank Sinatra rendition of “I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas”, drunken or otherwise.)

(Parenthetically (hence the parentheses), Googling “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas” on Wikipedia reveals that it was first recorded in 1953, so We suppose We should be thankful that We never ever heard of it until a few years ago.  (Also, when We first typed “Hippopotamus” up there, We mistyped it as “Hippopotanus”, which isn’t the same thing at all (but would make for a helluva limerick.)))

Speaking of birthdays, (and of Prince Harry’s birthday suit (as One does)) , We have leapt recently 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:   http://youtu.be/6f1m5GLfk1Y  

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?)

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: http://www.lulu.com/shop/eric-singel/erics-daily-horoscope-2004/paperback/product-300894.html  ? 

Thank Gawd We didn’t stray from the point.

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In celebrity birthday news, Britney Spears and Maria Callas were born on the same day (today, in case you hadn’t guessed.)  Party with THAT thought.

Your enthusiasm is infectious (You should see Our chlamydia!)

(What?)

— so get out there and spread it around! (YOU get Chlamydia!  And YOU get Chlamydia!  And YOU get Chlamydia!)

(Kiss Us quick, We’re Oprah.)

Your great energy (Sorry…have you met Us?)

 helps you to see what really needs to be done and then to do it with a smile on your face. (Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd…)

Life is good!  (Well, yeah…as opposed to the alternative.  At least most of the time.)

 It’s time to relax and have some fun (Make up your mind….which one is it?)

— not alone, but not in a crowd of thousands, either. (How ‘bout a crowd of two, three at the most?)

You want to have some fun, but you probably also want to spend your time with just one quality person. (That’s not till NEXT week.  Assuming that Our jawb hasn’t killed Us by then.)

So instead of dragging yourself out and pretending to have a good time if you’re not really in the mood, snuggle up, kick back and enjoy a quiet evening — a party of two. (Which part of “NEXT week” was unclear to you?  Bee-yotch.)

Everyone has an opinion on how you should run your life, but at a certain point, you have to tune out and do what’s best for you.  (Sorry…We tuned out.  Did you say something?)

Namaste, MotherFuckers.

In gaseousness,

Starzina Starfish-Browne

 (Your Your-O-Scopes:

http://www.humorscope.com)

 (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.