No one is alone

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s!Periodic!Horoscope! for Turdsday,  April TwennyTurd, 2015.

It being Shakespeare’s birthday, We felt cumpelled to put quill pen to parchment and frut and stret Our hour upon the page, as it (subjunctively) were.  We know you’re thrilled.

We have, of course, entered the sign of Taurus, Our video for which is above.  And here, because it is also brillllllliant, is Our original Taurus video:

Here are the links with which you may share those videos with both of your friends:   https://youtu.be/KlqQw4TppqY  https://youtu.be/iGNw4zF7MSs

And now, in the time-honored tradition (well, since February-or-so, anyway) of Eric’s!Periodic!Horoscope!, We hereby wish Happy Belated Birthdays to the most-mouth-watering birthday suits to have celebrated birthdays since last We e-pisstled.  So, Happy Belated Birthday to Adam, Chris, Doug, Gabe, Jared, Kevin, Nima, and Tom.

 (It occurs to Us that, when We’ve made such a list in the past, We’ve usually actually seen at least one or two of the birthday suits thereon.  This time?  Not so much.  One or more of all y’all oughta do something about that.)

Many of you are no doubt wondering how We Our Own Self Personally spent the anniversary of Our nativity. (We can tell by all the cards, letters, emails, and smoke signals begging Us to return to daily publication.)  And We would tell you, but then We would have to kill you.  Suffice it to say that We were not alone for any part of it, and a lovely time was had by all.

In other news, thanks to everyone who made it out to see She Stoops to Conquer.  If you missed Our review, it is here:  http://phindie.com/7575-she-stoops-to-conquer-mechanical-theater-review/

Save-The-Date, meanwhile, for May Twoth, when the WaitStaff will once again be playing The Match Game at L’Etage.  Keep your eye on Our SitOnMyFaceBook page for details.

If We were (subjunctively) to complain about anything (which, of course, We are NOT, as We simply Don’t. Do. That.), it would be that, as a belated birthday present to Ourself, We felt the urge earlier in the week to by Ourself a brand spanking new sump pump for Our basement.

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 over 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 , Our celebrity birthday website informs Us that , in addition to Shakespeare's birthday, it is also the birthday of Joyce DeWitt, Valerie Bertinelli, and President James Buchanan.  Cake all around!

And now, We realize it’s been a while, but here is call-and-response with everybody’s Second-Favorite Ass(tromalogical) Ho(roscopulist), Kelli:

Good news!  (Man bites dog?)

The things you've been working toward so ardently are coming together nicely now. (Superman bites wiener dog?)

Okay, you're not quite 'there' yet, (Not only that, We’re only barely ‘here’.)

but there will be some major indications that you are tantalizingly close today.  (Tantalizingly Close is, of course, mere steps away from Glenn Close.)

(Do We even need to say that We have no earthly idea what the fuck We’re talking about?)

How to make the most of this wonderful momentum?  (Placentum?)

(What?)

Just keep going!  (Maybe it’s Us, but “just keep going” would seem to be the very DEFINITION of “momentum”.  AssHatt.)

Try not to celebrate prematurely, (Are you sure you meant “celebrate”?)

but do give yourself a little congratulatory gift or two. (Oh, please…how many sump pumps does one woman need?)

(Don’t answer that.)

You deserve the positive encouragement -- you are ready to take this ball and run with it. (If some of the Belated Birthday gentlemen from earlier would just show Us their birthday suits, We’ll take ALL the balls and run with them.)

Your usual charge-ahead attitude (That is a lie; We do NOT charge for head.)

and sense of adventure may have been missing in action for a bit, but they come rushing back now.  (We shall alert the media.)

Be ready with a fun plan with friends and flirtation. (And any number of other F-words.)

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.

                                                                                                                                    

Anudder opening, anudder show

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s!Periodic!Horoscope! for Turdsday,  April Ninest, 2015.

You are, naturally, making your plans to come and see She Stoops to Conquer,  which is being directed by HimSelf and begins playing at Philadelphia’s historic Powel House tonight at 7.

Here is our very first (glowing) review  (The critic came to our final dress rehearsal; the show was already this good then.):

http://phindie.com/7575-she-stoops-to-conquer-mechanical-theater-review/

If you want to come tonight, there are still a few half-price tickets available on Funsaver:

http://phillyfunguide.com/theatre/she-stoops-to-conquer-at-the-powel-house

Info is available at the SitOnMyFaceBook event here: 

https://www.facebook.com/events/880439788665151/

…and regular tickets are available here:

https://philalandmarks.givezooks.com/events/mechanical-theatre-presents-she-stoops-to-conquer

See you there!

That is all.

Here is the link with which you may share Our Aries video with both of your friends:   https://youtu.be/saxvaR85vYU

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 , Our celebrity birthday website informs Us that it is Hugh Hefner’s birthday.  It also informs Us that he is still alive.  We were quite convinced that he was dead.

·         Aries You're usually pretty good at following instructions, but what you're doing now is not what anyone had in mind when they instructed you to "boogie down."

·         Taurus The problems you have may be insignificant next to those of starving millions, but you can't help thinking that at least their problems will be over soon.

·         Gemini Expressing yourself clearly has never been your strong point, so it should come as no surprise that it'll take a few readings before people stop laughing and realize it's your suicide note.

·         Cancer Just because other people get away with being tremendous snobs doesn't mean you can, too, mostly because you're not as good as they are.

·         Leo There's absolutely no reason you can't become successful and happy in the next six months, which will make it all that much sadder when you don't.

·         Virgo You'll answer an ad seeking participants in the Most Dangerous Game, but it turns out they mean Scrabble played against an extremely well-armed logophile.

·         Libra For the third year in a row, no one responds to your well-meaning letters concerning what you consider to be fairly large errors in just about everything.

·         Scorpio There's nothing in the world like a post-coital smoke, or so all the former lovers you've driven to smoke through sheer frustration keep telling you.

·         Sagittarius Change is right around the corner for you, and it's raising a nine-iron above its head and watching your shadow grow larger as you approach.

·         Capricorn Look, just because someone puts a diving board somewhere doesn't mean you have to jump off it in order to fulfill the social contract.

·         Aquarius Letting your fists speak for you turns out to be a good idea after all, as they make some excellent points and reach a mutually satisfying conclusion that your mind would never have come up with.

·         Pisces Romantic success is coming at you fast, and will soon leave you battered, broken, and crawling through the burning wreckage of your life as it passes over you without even slowing down.

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.

                                                                                                                                    

I heard it through the grapevine

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s!Periodic!Horoscope! for Turdsday,  April Twoth, 2015.

You are shocked, We realize, shocked, to be e-pisstlized by Us on this random Spring-esque day after so long an absence, but it is the occasion of Our Christopher’s natal anniversary, and said occasion had to be commemorated.   He is turning twenty-four today somewhere in The Hinterlands, but will be celebrating here later this very month.

Happy belated birthday, meanwhile, to a whole bunch of people who have turned twenty-four since Our last e-pissode. 

Whatvevs.

Oh, okay, fine; We’ll call out a few particularly noteworthy birthday suits:  Happy Belated Birthday to Alan, Damian, Drew, Ed, Ethan, Jonathan, Matt, and Stephen, each of whom turned twenty-four somewhere or another since last We spoke. 

(Our more industrious (and perverted) Gentle Readers are now scouring Our SitOnMyFaceBook friends list for beach pictures.  Knock it off, wankers!)

We read a self-help (and Gawd does indeed help those who help theirselves to a heaping helping of self-helping) article earlier today which said, essentially, that We could change (what passes for) Our life by refraining from complaining for seven days.  Complaining being pretty much Our raison d’être (that is, of course, Frawnch for “if you think Raisinettes™ are better than Goobers™, you’re a big ol’ idiot”), We were somewhat taken aback, but what the hell, it’s Spring, and why keep doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results?

So We’ve decided to give it a go.

We’re doing really well so far, too. (If you screw up and complain about something, you have to start the seven days over again. (And, presumably, not complain about it.))  Of course, the only other living human We’ve seen so far today has been The Hottest Postal Carrier In All Of Christendom, so it’s not as though We’ve exactly been tested.  But, nothing ventured, Barbara Bain.

In other news, in addition to wishing Our Christopher a Happy Birthday, and conjuring up mental images of the aforementioned Belated Birthday gentlemen’s birthday suits (We should point out that, of the eight gentlemen on the Belated Birthday list, We’ve actually seen the birthday suits of two of them, but, being a lady, as We are, We shan’t be saying which two), We are also here to draw your attention to Our opening.

Oh, get your mind out of the gutter.  We are talking about the opening of a play, She Stoops to Conquer,  which is being directed by HimSelf and begins playing at Philadelphia’s historic Powel House next Thursday at 7. Info is available at the SitOnMyFaceBook event here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/880439788665151/

…and tickets are available here:

https://philalandmarks.givezooks.com/events/mechanical-theatre-presents-she-stoops-to-conquer

And now, the inside scoop part for Our Gentle Readers:  there will be a pay-what-you-will preview performance on Wednesday, April 8 at 7PM, for all y’all poor people.  Also, there are discount tickets available for opening night on Funsaver.

We hope to see you there!

Here is the link with which you may share Our Aries video with both of your friends:   https://youtu.be/saxvaR85vYU

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 , Our celebrity birthday website informs Us that, in the midst of a whole lotta has-beens and never was-es, Marvin Gaye’s birthday is today.

·         Aries You're usually pretty good at following instructions, but what you're doing now is not what anyone had in mind when they instructed you to "boogie down."

·         Taurus The problems you have may be insignificant next to those of starving millions, but you can't help thinking that at least their problems will be over soon.

·         Gemini Expressing yourself clearly has never been your strong point, so it should come as no surprise that it'll take a few readings before people stop laughing and realize it's your suicide note.

·         Cancer Just because other people get away with being tremendous snobs doesn't mean you can, too, mostly because you're not as good as they are.

·         Leo There's absolutely no reason you can't become successful and happy in the next six months, which will make it all that much sadder when you don't.

·         Virgo You'll answer an ad seeking participants in the Most Dangerous Game, but it turns out they mean Scrabble played against an extremely well-armed logophile.

·         Libra For the third year in a row, no one responds to your well-meaning letters concerning what you consider to be fairly large errors in just about everything.

·         Scorpio There's nothing in the world like a post-coital smoke, or so all the former lovers you've driven to smoke through sheer frustration keep telling you.

·         Sagittarius Change is right around the corner for you, and it's raising a nine-iron above its head and watching your shadow grow larger as you approach.

·         Capricorn Look, just because someone puts a diving board somewhere doesn't mean you have to jump off it in order to fulfill the social contract.

·         Aquarius Letting your fists speak for you turns out to be a good idea after all, as they make some excellent points and reach a mutually satisfying conclusion that your mind would never have come up with.

·         Pisces Romantic success is coming at you fast, and will soon leave you battered, broken, and crawling through the burning wreckage of your life as it passes over you without even slowing down.

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.