Showing posts with label Justin Catalino. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Justin Catalino. 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.

                                                                                                                                    


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Welcome to VacationLand




Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for MoonPie™WoobyTuesday, November 20, 2012. (For the phonetically-challenged amongst you, “MoonPie™WoobyTuesday” is, of course, the Special Ed rendition of “GoodPieRupeeTuesday”.  Which is, of course of course, a song by that other band of old guys who were NOT broken up by Yoko Ono.  Yoko Ono being, a horse is a horse of course of course, a song by the Beach Boys…


Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you 
To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama 
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go 
Down to Yoko Ono 
We'll get there fast 
And then we'll take it slow 
That's where we wanna go 
Way down to Yoko Ono 


(Naturally, in order to make that joke scan properly, you pretty much have to pronounce “Yoko Ono” as “Yoko Oh No”. But We have it on good authority that that’s the way Paul McCartney always pronounced it.))


(Yes, ladies and genitals, a Beatles joke.  Now if you’ll just slap some Poli-Grip™ on one end of Us and some Depends™ on the other, We’ll go quietly into The Home.)


Actually, Eric’s Daily Horoscope will be on hiatus for several days whilst We go over the river and through the woods.  So We wanted to make sure you had plenty to remember Us by whilst We’re away.  And now that you have that Beach Boys song stuck in your heads, you shall.  You’re welcome.


(Please note that that paragraph contained two “whilsts” and a “shall”.  This shit does NOT write itself.)


In other news, Happy Birthday to Justin, who turns twenty-four today in one of the New Englandish states. Justin is a sort of New Age guru, an Oracle of the Light, as it (subjunctively) were.  We have not yet availed Our Own Self Personally of his services, although that is definitely on Our list for Our next trip to the Great White North.  We did, however, once Go Into The Light.  Carol Anne was in there.  She put a cigarette out on Our aura.


How many of you are now picturing Us as a dwarf?  (We’ll take outdated pop culture for $500, Alex.)


Happy Holidays from Genghis and Chaka Khan.


No, We have no idea…why do you ask?



In other other news, it seems to Us that things have been getting awfully “glass-half-full” in here lately.  So, lest you begin to imagine that The Pod People have taken over, We are going to complain.  Just so you know it’s We. (We, We, We, all the way home.):


When We make plans with you over a week in advance, and then confirm that said plans are still extant twenty-four hours in advance, you still have the option to cancel said plans, should unforeseen circumstances arise.  This requires, however, a phone call, email, text, or smoke signal to alert Us to said cancellation of said plans, so We are not left waiting for said no-longer-extant plans to commence, when there are about a two hundred and sixty-six kabillion and eleventy-twelve other things We could be accomplishing instead of waiting on your non-showing-up ass to show up.


KThxBye.


On the GlassHalfFull side, it is much more convenient to be stood up in One’s Own home than in some public venue.

Here’s the HorrorScope:


(Meanwhile, why are YouPeople still sitting there?  Do you have all of your Bo-Derek’s-Birthday shopping done?)

Your planning is going well, and you need to make sure that you’re sticking to whatever you had agreed to. (We are thinking that this particular piece of advice needs to be in SOMEBODY ELSE’S HOROSCOPE.  Bee-yotch.)

Of course, a few revisions may be called for, but you need buy-in from everyone first.  (We need SO many things.  Could We start with a winning PowerBall™ ticket?)

You can always try to plan ahead in life, but you can’t always succeed at mapping out your future down to the last minute. (Especially when other people just DON’T SHOW UP.)

So don’t get to feeling hopeless if something you really really thought was going to happen just doesn’t look like it’s going to pan out after all.  (Hmmm…sometimes things pan out… other times things peter out…do things ever Peter Pan out?)

(Vacation time shares in Our mind are still available for the Christmas holidays.)

You had things all lined up, and now you’re just going to have to line them up in a new configuration.  (How does one person line up?  Also, if a bunch of gay people stand in a row, can it still be a straight line?)

This is actually a very good day for you — you’re learning a valuable lesson at a very affordable price.  (Good, because as soon as We finishing e-pisstlizing here, We’re going SHOPPING!)

 Consider spending more time alone with your potential sweetie.  (Well, fine.  As soon as We get him inflated…)

Yes, you do have an extremely busy and fulfilling life — but you also want to make room in it for this prospect. (For some reason, this is making Us picture old prospectors.  Ya know, like from old Western movies.  With the scraggly beards, and the bad teeth…)

(Sigh.)

They’re worth keeping around.  (Because?  They’re worth.  Their weight.  In GOLD.)

(BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAH!!!!!)

Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you 
To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama 
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go 
Down to Yoko Ono 
We'll get there fast 
And then we'll take it slow 
That's where we wanna go 
Way down to Yoko Ono 

                           

(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://agskylab.blogspot.com/.  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.