Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for GoodPieRupeeTuesday, December TwennyTurd, 2014.
Happy Belated Birthday to Adam, and to AJ, and to Betty, and to SisterCharlesAnne, and to Dan, and to Keith, each of whom turned twenty-four over the past few days.
And, last but not Lee Strasberg, Happy Belated Birthday to Our ex-son-in-law, IceyPop, who also turned twenty-four recently, and who has, according to SitOnMyFaceBook, has been vacationing somewhere called FuckIt, Thailand. We saw some pictures of him from said vacation (although in none of the pictures was he (unfortunately) actually Fucking It), and We were forced to marvel to Ourself that, now that he has reached the ripe old age of twenty-four, he is actually even better looking than he was when We first met him, all those years ago, when he was only twenty-four. He looks every bit as fresh, and buff, and dewy (and, by “dewy”, of course, We mean “We’d do him”)…sigh.
In other news, We are, of course, in The Hinterlands for The Holidays. So, naturally, Our Holidailies™ have gone right to Hell. We have discovered, additionally, that The Sainted Mother’s Internet Explorer (does anyone..still use…Internet Explorer? (Does anyone…still wear…a hat? (Kiss Us quick, We’re Elaine Stritch))) will not display Our Blogger Who Art On Google. Our WorldWideInterWebNetz would not help Us clear up the issue (ideas, anyone?), so We are now using Chrome, as One does.
Here is the e-pissode from last Christmas season that everybody seems (according to Our Google-O-Meter™) to be revisiting all of a sudden: http://ericsdailyhoroscope.blogspot.com/2013/12/she-works-hard-for-money.html Enjoy!
On a positive note, check out Our Best Of Holidailies™ Award here:
and go to the e-ntry directly here:
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:
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.
In celebrity birthday news, it is the birthday of somebody called Harry Judd, who is the drummer for…oh, who gives a shit? His picture is above.
Harry Judd has nothing to do with Wynonna and that lot of Judds, but mentioning Wynonna is a perfect excuse to share the “Big Brown Beaver” song once again. You’re welcome.
You're sick and tired of being treated like a child, except for the sexy parts where they change your dirty, filthy diapers.
Remember: If you give in to the impulses to do whatever you want with your life, you'll become one of those happy, satisfied people you resent so much.
You may treasure the sense of mystery you have about the future, but really, learning the days of the week won't ruin the magic.
Travel and adventure are in your future this week as your captors continue crossing state lines to stay one step ahead of the law.
You'll wake up naked in a hotel bed between the corpses of a prostitute and a district attorney and have no memory of what happened, but presumably it's the same situation as last time.
You'll soon experience redoubled energy, a renewed sense of purpose, and a profound rush of confidence, proving once again that cocaine cannot be trusted.
Your sneaking feeling that people are out to get you just shows how delusional you are, as you should know damn good and well that they're out to get you.
They say lightning never strikes twice, which doesn't explain what's been happening to you at three o'clock every Wednesday for the past three months.
You always dreamed of being a human cannonball, but you had no idea that advances in artillery technology would limit your career to a very small number of appearances.
They'll say what you did to all those nurses was unspeakable and ugly, but you know in your heart they're all really just jealous.
You may have great quantities of bravado, élan, and puissance, but there's no way to be sure until you find out what those words mean.
The stars foresee many amazing things ahead of you this week, but really, they're too good to just tell you about in advance.
(Who wants cake?)
(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!)
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.