Showing posts with label Jaxon Bieber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaxon Bieber. Show all posts

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Welcome to Vacationland






Hello, Ducks!




Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for Friday’s Eve (for that “not-so-fresh” feeling),  November Twenniest, 2014.



We have still not even read Our Sunday paper yet.  At this rate, We might as well wait till this Sunday and read that one twice.



Happy Birthday to Justin, who turns twenty-four today.  In New York.  New York, New York…The City That Doesn’t Sleep (With Us).


  If you have been to OurHouse WhereWeLive when We are playing music, you have, unbeknownst to your own self, heard tracks from Justin’s Welcome to Vacationland on Our playlist of favorites.  Here is a video of him performing two of them live.  (Because We?  Are the type of person who knows people who have videos of themselves performing live.  ThankYouVeryMuch.)






And now, lest We be The Very Last Person On The WorldWideINterWebNetz to share it, here is that video of Grandmas Smoking Weed For The First Time, Then Playing Cards Against Humanity:






Also, archivally, We came across this, which We had forgotten was out there:


http://www.kennethinthe212.com/2013/01/caption-me_31.html‏





Meanwhile, it occurred to Us that yesterday was “”web video star” Grayson Coats’ birthday, and, while We certainly wished him felicitations on the occasion, We did not aid and abet his shooting star of fame by including the phrases that his adoring fans will be Googling on Wikipedia.  To wit, “Grayson Coats naked” and “Grayson Coats’ penis”.  So now We’ve rectumfied that.



In other news, it is Her Heinie The Queen Of England’s sixty-seventh wedding anniversary.  And a giraffe’s tongue is twenty-one inches long.



Ain’t InnerNetz wunnerful?



Meanwhile, in updates from yesterday’s news, THIS happened again…:



And then, as if Our real-life problems were (subjunctively) in some way insufficient/insignificant, Our sleeping brain decided to regale Us with a totally unrelated nightmare, which promptly woke Us up at an hour far too early for human habitation.


Of course, once awake, Our actual problems began conspiring to keep Us that way, and We quickly realized that We required some sort of diversion. We thumbed (metaphorically) through Our mental file of Gentle Readers Whom We’ve Seen Nekkid, and soon embarked on a pleasant diversionary fantasy which lulled Us back to sleep for an hour or so.


So, Allen in Mississourontanasota, if your ears were burning this morning long about six AM Our time, that would be why.


(And, by “ears”, of course, We mean “not so much your ears at all”.)


….except that the time this time was FOUR AM.  (From the The Third Time’s The Charm Department:  if We do this again for the third time tonight, does Allen just magically appear in Our very Own bedroom?)



And on this front…

Meanwhile, cold enough for ya?  We keep Our friend Doh’s current location on Our weather.com page, to remind Us that, no matter how cold it gets here, it is always colder somewhere else.  May We please just tell you that the temperature in Milwaukee, West Wisconsonomington is only five degrees colder than it is right here?  At this rate, that poor boy won’t be seeing his testicles till he gets back here in the new year.  (For the record, We Our Own Self Personally have never seen his testicles neither.  But We believe in them, and that’s what counts.)


…We are happy to report that, as of this morning, it is again TWENTY degrees warmer here than it is in West Wisconsonomington, so all is once again right with the world.



And, just because:



If you are one of the people who was fortunate enough to see Our live show, Looking for Uranus: Starzina Starfish-Browne’s Comeback Tour,  you will be aware of Our, shall We say, affection, for British boy band One Direction.  We are aware that many of you do not share Our affection, but, nevertheless, here are the boys on Sesame Street, and if you’ve seen anything more adorable so far today, please don’t tell Us what it is, because We might spontaneously combust from the squee (this is also Safe For Work (although the word “underpants” is used therein (adorably, We might add))):







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: 


We have precious little else to report (Precious Little is, of course, Chicken Little’s slutty sister.  (Else is her married name. (Vacation time shares are still available in the windmills of Our mind for January and most of February.))), so We suggest that, if you’re in the mood for Our usual humor with a  side of smut, you check out Our recent Joseph Gordon-Levitt Day here: 



or any of the “Elih Tani naked”/”Elih Tani’s penis” chronicles, somewhere in the vicinity of here: 






Meanwhile, We have leapt feet first, nipples-to-the-wind and tits akimbo, into Scorpio, and Our Scorpio video is above. Here is the link with which you may share it with both of your friends: 





Thank Gawd We didn’t stray from the point.



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In “celebrity” birthday news, no, Celebrity Birthday Website, being the five-year-old stepbrother of Justin Bieber does NOT make Jaxon Bieber a celebrity.




 It is, however, Jeremy Jordan’s birthday, so here is an encore presentation of this:










·         Aries You'll show the world just how good an infant car seat can be once you cast aside petty concerns like cost and safety.
·         Taurus It's not true that opening the dictionary to "loser" shows your picture, but for some reason they're still using it for "anteater," "caisson," and "dumbass."
·         Gemini Sadly, it turns out that of all the people you've ever known, the only one who has your best interests at heart is comedian Katt Williams.
·         Cancer For some reason, all your plans for life boil down to "In the confusion, we get away with both the money and the girl."
·         Leo We don't get to choose the person we fall in love with, as is obvious from the human pile of garbage you'll be following around with roses and candy this week.
·         Virgo They say if you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything, which is good enough for people who aren't going to have their legs taken off by a road grader this week.
·         Libra Now that you take a closer look at what's on display, you can tell exactly why the emperor has no clothes. I mean, Jesus Christ.
·         Scorpio You'll be ruled unfit for trial, but they seem to think you're just fine for sentencing and execution.
·         Sagittarius You said you'd retired, but $45 and a free bag of groceries isn't something a person can just walk away from.
·         Capricorn You have to stop worrying about what everyone else says, especially nonsense like "You should dress better," "Nice people don't do that," and "Put down the gun and release the hostages."
·         Aquarius You've always thought of yourself as the ultimate cat person, but you'll change your mind this week after meeting the 7 feet of man and whiskers that is Big Meow Johnson.
·         Pisces You will soon make a comfortable living exploiting other people's deep-seated anxieties and crippling fears.
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.

                                                                                                                                    


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Let me hear your body talk, your body talk





Hello, Ducks!



             
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for WinesDay, November 20rd, 2013.  Happy Birthday to Justin, who turns twenty-four today in New York.  New York, New York, that is.  The City That Never Sleeps (With Us).  Speaking of sleeping with Us, Happy Hump Day to the rest of you.



Speaking of boys in their underwear, you may recall, almost two weeks ago, Our birthday felicitations to Bryan, in which We pixtured him both in and out of his Y-fronts. (If you do NOT recall, please go here:

http://ericsdailyhoroscope.blogspot.com/2013/11/so-spread-sunshine-all-over-place.html  for what We promise you will be a much more entertaining e-pissode of Eric’s!Daily!Horoscope! than the one you are currently reading.)



Turns out, Bryan only saw said SitOnOurFaceBook posting the day before yesterday.  So that was a whole lot of wasted viZZZualization.  We reckon We’re just gonna have to start pixturing Bryan’s birthday suit all over again.



(If you recognize the preceding piece o’ prose, it’s because We prosed it yesterday.  We are reprosing it to point out that We are hereby declaring it Pixturing Bryan’s Birthday Suit Week.  (Put THAT in your Y-fronts and smoke it.))



Here We imagined These Young People were all up on their technology, and all the time Bryan’s been cramming 8-track tapes into his BetaMax™.



(Yes, that WAS a euphemism…thank you so much for noticing.)



Now if only We could get a few other folks to answer Our emails and texts…



Meanwhile, We just got an email informing Us that Americans don’t eat enough bugs.  Alrighty, then.



And now, this highly inspirational story:




In 1972, Joe Miller was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Tulsa Junior College.

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Joe approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephant’s foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Joe worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to Joe, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Joe stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled.
Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Joe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Thirty years later, Joe was walking through the Tulsa Zoo with his family. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Joe and his family were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Joe, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times, then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1972, Joe could not help wondering if this was the same elephant... Joe summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Joe's legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.




Probably wasn't the same elephant.


And here’s the HorrorScope:


We debated whether or not to even e-pisstlize today, but We decided We had to, so as not to allow you to go about your business without knowing that today is Justin Bieber’s little brother Jaxon’s fourth birthday.




You’re welcome.




Also, apparently, Ma and Pa Bieber can’t spell.




Take greater care with your words than usual.   (Why the fuck should We do that?)




You don’t want to offend anyone by accident,  (Of course not.  We want to offend you fuckers on purpose.)




though doing so intentionally may actually be the best possible course of action to take.  (‘Splain, Lucy?)




This isn’t a good time to send any mixed messages.  (No, indeed.  We need to speak The Queen’s begonias, so that We’re clear as acetaminophen.)



The people you’re dealing with at the moment need clear, concise statements from you and if you can’t seem to say what’s on your mind, write it down. (Perhaps We should mime it.  Because, as Marcel Marceau said, “                                                                                   “)




(That joke, unlike The Queen, just never gets old.)



Using smaller words might do the trick, (Is four letters small enough?)




especially if you have a tendency to try to impress people with a big vocabulary. (When We picture Bryan’s birthday suit, what’s big ain’t his vocabulary.)




It’s imperative (That’s IMPERATIVE.  Not “aperitif”.  Which is a totally different, and completely unrelated, word.  From the Frawnch, meaning “drink this, or We’ll make you eat snails”.)



that you get your point across, which means it’s not the time to show off.  (Oooops…too late.)



Before asking someone out, make sure you’re actually clear to do so. (Well, if he comes over in his birthday suit, how can We help Ourself?)




Misunderstandings can happen in no time flat if you aren’t paying close attention to body language and other, even subtler, signals. (Ain’t nothin’ subtle ‘bout no birfday suit…)





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!)

*****************************************************************************

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.