Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your
Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for ThurstonHowellTheThird’sThirdThirstyThrowbackThursday,
January Da Furst, 2015.
There is a pimple on the side of Our nose the
size of the ball that dropped in Times Square last night.
Also, Happy New Year.
(Remind Us to come back here and insert a
joke about Justin Bieber’s balls dropping.)
Happy Birthday to Jen,
and Nick, and Tony, each of whom turns twenty-four today right here in The City
That Loves You (On Your) Back.
Happy Birthday also to
Terrance, who also turns twenty-four today.
In Bethlehem. Where Baby Jeebus
was born recently. (2015 years ago being
“recently” on the geologic time scale.)
And Happy Birthday also too to Ryanne, who also too turns twenty-four
today, all the way out in El Lay.
So 2014 certainly went
out kicking and screaming and flinging poo at everybody, no? Or was it just flinging poo at Us? For example, We were minding Our Own business
yesterday, reading a local newspaper, when suddenly an article informed Us that
We do not, in fact, have a gig that We thought We had in the 2015 theatre
season. People, it would seem, are
dicks. Who knew? (Well, We
knew, but that was more of a rhetorical question. (Great balls o’ fire (hic), it’s Rhettorical!
(Oh, please…who ELSE would tell you a Vivien Leigh joke on New Year’s Day?)))
And don’t even get Us
started on the sandpaper-condommed ass-raping that was the Murder Mystery
Factory last night (“Condommed” is, apparently, not a word. Again, who knew?). Because, if you were (subjunctively) to get
Us started, We might have to tell you about the actor who somehow broke herself
immediately before We started the show, performed the first act seated in a
chair, then left for the hospital while We Our Own Self Personally read the
rest of her role from the stage manager’s desk while running light and sound
cues.
Or We might have to
tell you about how they tried to poison the woman who refused the seafood
bisque because of a serious allergy by giving her “minestrone”…with seafood in it.
Or maybe We could tell you how they so over-booked the place that We couldn’t get Our bar tabs settled before midnight, so most of Our guests left before the final act.
All that said, if you
happen to be free tomorrow (Friday) night, We are acting in the show, and the
house is small, so if you want discounted tickets (and aren’t allergic to
seafood), holla at Us.
In addition to all of
these egregious last-minute 2014 offenses, Our future ex-husband Joseph
Gordon-Levitt had the colossal gall to get married to someone else.
In Our ongoing efforts
to be glass-half-full, We are going to say that all of these atrocities transpired
in 2104, and that 2015 will be better. (Which appears to be true, so far. (Of course, We have yet to leave OurHouseWhereWeLive.))
In other positive
news, We have some pork and sauerkraut in the oven.
Speaking of positive
news, We are about to embark upon a directing endeavor at a local historical
landmark which may be of interest, at this point, to some of Our Gentle Readers
who are Fluffya actors. Herewith some
info; hit Us up for more:
The Mechanical Theater seeks male and
female actors for upcoming production of “She Stoops to Conquer.”
Auditions will be held on January 11th from
1 pm to 3 pm and January 12th from 6 pm to 8 pm at the Physick House (321 South
4th Street.)
The production will take place at the Powel
House (244 South 3rd Street) from April 9th through April 19th.
The play is a Restoration Comedy first performed in London in 1773. The
production will be directed by Eric Singel.
Please send a headshot and
resume to Loretta.vasile@gmail.com. Auditions will consist of reading from the script. No
monologue required. Auditioners will be seen on a first come first served
basis. If you would like to audition but can only come shortly after the
specified times please let us know and we will try to accommodate you.
Actors will receive 7.6% of the gross ticket sales as compensation.
(This is the company
that produced the Walker and O’Dare radio plays in which you, of course, saw Us
perform, as well as this past Halloween’s sold-out run of The Masque of Poe. Info on ticket sales will follow. Be there or be square.)
In other news, 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!
And check out Our Best Of Holidailies™
Award here:
and go to the e-ntry directly here:
Here is the link with which you may share Our
Capricorn video with both of your friends:
http://youtu.be/m3Aa_X_HoVM
And here, for your further edification, is
Our very first Capricorn video:
Upon reflection, these two videos are amongst Our much more densely-plotted cinematic efforts, due to the fact that Our director actually is a Capricorn (although quite unlike the unseen character from the videos).
We often ponder, in
the endless time afforded to Us by the fact that We are almost universally
ignored, how many of Our Gentle Readers actually realize that, if viewed in
order, Our videos actually have ongoing plots and storylines. Then, of
course, We realize that Our Gentle Readers are all imaginary, and we curl up
into the fetal position…
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, people born today include Betsy Ross, Paul Revere, J. Edgar Hoover,
Pocahontas, and Charo’s dead husband, Xavier Cugat.
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.
