Movies were movies when Pauline was tied to the track

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for  JustAnotherManWhoreMonday, March 4rd, 2013.  Happy Labour Day to all of Our Western Australian readers Down Undah. (It occurs to Us that We’ve no idea if We actually HAVE Western Australian readers.  We have, no doubt, Australian readers, but, Our grasp of geography being what it is, We have no idea from which part.  (Which one of you bitches said “Queensland”?))

Happy Belated Birthday, meanwhile, to Corky, who turned twenty-four on Saturday.  Also, Happy Belated Birthday to Cliff, who also turned twenty-four, albeit on Sunday. Also also, Happy Birthday to Liesel, and Greg, and Matt, each of whom also also turns twenty-four of their very own today.

Wow.  That’s a lot of twenty-four-year-olds.  1989 must have been The Chinese Year Of The Boink. (That there was a little Chinese joke, for Our Chinese readers.  “Boink” being Chinese for “str8 people fucking in the missionary position and making babies”.)

Eric’s!Daily!Horoscope!:  a multi-cultural experience.

Speaking of str8 people fucking in the missionary position and making babies, please go and join Our SitOnOurFaceBook event here (No, seriously…because, if you go right now, you’ll see why that was a really funny segue.):

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Speaking of multiculturalism, We watched two fillums this weekend, in addition to having the first rehearsal for the murder mystery We wrote.  The first one wasn’t even in English, so how fucking classy are We?  It was called Patrik 1.5, and it was from Norwegia (where the Norwegians come from).  Or Finlandia (where the vodka comes from).  Or…what’s that other country like that over there?  Skidmark.

At any rate, the fact that they were speaking Skindinavian, or Squeamish, or whatever those people speak over there made one focus all the more on the movie itself, and, even though there were, of course, subtitles, One is fairly certain One would have followed right along without understanding a word of the script.  Which would seem to speak to the unimportance of the writer in movie-making, so perhaps We should just move on now.

The other fillum we watched was a full-on red-blooded Murrikan movie called Looper,  in which hit-man-from-the-future Bruce Willis is sent back in time to be killed by his younger self, Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Despite the idiocy that it sounds like, it was reasonably literate and involving, as well-written time-travel yarns can be, since One never knows what will happen next, or, in fact, when “next” is, and, please, already, did We mention Joseph Gordon-Levitt?

In fact, Our only quibble with the fillum is that they did something to Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s face to make him look more like Bruce Willis.  ExSQUEEZE Us?  Joseph Gordon-Levitt was the star of the piece, appearing in over 75% of the fillum; Bruce Willis appeared in well under half of it.  Plus, it’s JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT, fercrissakes…in what universe would you not try to make Bruce Willis look a little more like HIM?  Lord knows, Bruce would be grateful.

Speaking of fillums in what passes for English, We have released Our new Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope video for Pisces, which see above.  Here is the link with which you would share same with your friends, both Piscean and otherwise:    http://youtu.be/KMNgwWwNux8 .

For those of you who enjoy behind-the-scenes glimpses of the goings-on here at Eric’s!Daily! Horoscope!, today We shall be working on the script for Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope video for Aries, which shoots tomorrow.  Oh, the magic of the movies!  Perhaps We should write it in Swedish.  Maybe then Craft Services would let Us Finnish a Danish.

Heh.  See what We did there?  We kill Us.

Here are the HorrorScopes:

In other news, it is Chaz Bono’s birthday.  So there’s that.  It is also Adrian Zmed’s birthday, and who doesn’t like saying “Adrian Zmed”?

Speaking of birthdays, We are given to understand that Justin Bieber, who had his birthday on Friday, experienced his Worst. Birthday. EVAH.  Out of all nineteen of ‘em, so that’s really saying something.  Presumably, someone prevented him from counting his money.  Perhaps a replay of his video will cheer him up:

Your thinking needs to shift even further away from the mainstream — though that shouldn’t be too hard for you!  (Indeed.  Our thinking is so counter to the mainstream, it could be a salmon.  Which would be one explanation for why it smells so odd in here…)

Just make sure that you’re taking care of the people who need you the most.  (People…people who needle people…are the prickiest people in the world.  (Kiss Us quick, We’re Punk Barbra Streisand.))

(You’re trying to picture that now, aren’t you?)

 If boosting your career isn’t on the top of your ‘to do’ list right now, then it should be  (Don’t you tell Us what ‘to do’!)

(Heh.  See what We ‘to did’ there?)

— especially today, when your deep yearning for something more challenging goes from a whisper to a deafening din.  (Ah, the old “deafening din” trick.  Topped only by the “deafening Gunga Din” trick, which was, of course, Kipling’s way of getting even with people for being called “Rudyard”.)

(How can We be so veddy, veddy cultured, and yet smell so much like spawning salmon, all at the same time?  Is puzzlement.)

It’s getting tired of being ignored!   (Sorry… did it say something?)

So do yourself a favor by checking out a few employment websites. (Good lord!  We slave and toil and type Our fingers to the bone for YouPeople, now you want We should get a job as well?!?)

Remind yourself that change is possible if you want it badly enough.  (But then remember that folding money is better.)

Education may be the missing link to getting what you want.  (We fail to see how any amount of education is going to help Us win PowerBall™.)

Be wary of the ‘send’ button today.  (Also, stay away from the ‘eject’ button if you happen to be in the BatMobile.)

You’ll want to review every word before you reply to anything.  (Damn skippy, Miss Nipply.)

(Micro$oft Weird™ doesn’t seem to recognize “skippy” as a word.  Presumably because choosy motherfuckers choose Jif™.  But still...nothin’ says ‘lovin’’ like somethin’ from the oven, but nobody doesn’t like Sara Lee™.)

(What?)

A misguided noun (Whores!  Er…Horrors!)

(We were going to say, “See what We did there?”, but We’re pretty sure Ray Charles saw what We did there, and played the piano while Marcel Marceau sang a song about it.  Which was no mean feat, considering that they’re both dead.)

or adjective could mean disaster, so proofread, proofread, proofread (Genufleck, genufleck, genufleck.)

— and spell check. (Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!)

(We have no idea.)

(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!)

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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.

                                                                                                                                     

Damned if I do ya, damned if I don’t

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for Wednesday, February 16, 2011.  Happy Hump Day to all of my little Humps and Humpettes out there in Hump-Hump Land.  Although if you’re still feeling humpee after today’s Erix Daily Horoscope Pixture Du Jour Au Jus Hello Dalai Lama, you’re a better man than I am, Rudyard Kipling.  (Nobody names their kids “Rudyard” anymore; why is that, do you suppose?  “RudYAAAAAARRRDDD!!!  Come in here and wash your hands; it’s time for Gunga Dinner.” (I just Googled Mister Kipling on Wikipedia, and was dismayed to learn that his first name was actually Joe.  (Really.  Look it up your own self.)  Not very poetic, that, eh?  The Jungle Book…by Joe Kipling.  Not exactly gonna fly off the shelves at your Barnes & Noble with a recommendation from Oprah, that.  Joe Kipling, indeed.))

The preceding high-falutin’ litter-hairy-allusion-laden paragraph is dedicated to Mister Gregory G0D-DAMN! G., for the simple reason that I Have That Power.   Long-time Erix Daily Horoscope readers will recall him gracing these pages previously, described, most often, as the love-child of Christian Slater and the late, lamented River Phoenix. And you may not know it, but he’s also a poet.

Heh.  See what I did there?

Speaking of River Phoenix, were he not (subjunctively) late and lamented, he would have turned forty last year.  Put THAT in your chicken and choke it.  Also, if you go off to the right there, in the list of celebrity labels, and click on his name, the Way-Back Machine will bring you two vintage episodes of Erix Daily Horoscope which also mention him, one in connection with Mister Gregory G0D-DAMN! G., and one not.  You’re welcome.

Before I digressed, we were discussing today’s Pixture, the point of which is, naturally, that Foreigners Are Weird.  Living, as they do, in foreign countries, eating foreign food, and driving foreign cars.  Speaking  in foreign tongues and joining foreign legions.  (Does the word “foreign” look really weird to you yet, or is it still just me?)  All of which begs the question, is there Chinese take-out in China, and, if so, what do they call it?

Meanwhile, I am well aware that, on days when no Erix Daily Horoscope is generated, in addition to wailing, rending your garments, and gnashing your teeth (an activity frowned upon by four out of five dentists with patients who gnash teeth), you all sit about wondering what awe-inspiring glamorous activity has me otherwise engaged.  Well, the simple fact of the matter is that, every so often, I actually feel as though I should attempt to accomplish something.  Of course, with Himself rolled up in his bed twenty-three hours a day with his hot water bottle and his woolly penguin, and the rest of the Free World and Radio Free Europe ignoring my phone calls, emails, and smoke signals, I feel more and more like a one-armed ping-pong player playing ping-pong with herself.  (I ALMOST said “…like a one-armed ping-pong player playing with herself”, but that doesn’t indicate nearly the level of ineffectuality I was going for.  Because a one-armed ping-pong player would be perfectly capable of playing with herself.  Because she’s got the one arm, and all.)  Seriously, people.

And here, for your amusement (because I give, and give, and give) is your very own Glenn Beck Conspiracy Theory Generator.  Don’t say I never gave you nuffing:  http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/bl-glenn-beck-conspiracy.htm?PS=683,601,701,242:17 .

And now, The Horoscope Proper (or at least as proper as things GET around here):

Expect some friction at work or at home today (Well, dunnAT sound just lovely?  Some friction.  And on Hump Day, and everything.  I should BE so lucky.  There hasn’t been any “friction” around this hovel since last April Fool’s Day, when Himself taped sandpaper to my vibrator.  (Oooops…was that the outside voice?))

— your energy, though mostly positive, may grate on the wrong people. (Oh, heaven forBID I should ANNOY anyone.  Because everyone’s always so careful not to annoy ME.  Cheeky wankers.)

That is okay, because you should still get plenty done and can make up later.  (Is it just me, or did the preceding sentence consist of a dozen or so random words flung together in a random order, as if by a random-word flinger-thingie, full of sound and fury, dignifying stuffing?)

(You only WISH you could coin phrases like “flinger-thingie”.  But, unlike you, *I* am a Highly-Trained Professional Cunning Linguist.)

You’ve got quite the day ahead of you, (If you think that’s something, you should see the ass behind me.)

so get up early and get it started as soon as possible. (Okay, let’s examine the various ways in which Our Ass(tromalogical) Ho(roscopulist) Kelli is now violating the time-space continuum.  This is TODAY’S horoscope.  Consequently, if I am reading it, I have already gotten up, be it early, late, or Jurassic.  On the other hand, if I have not yet gotten up, then I am not yet reading it, so there is no way for it to tell me to get up early.  Thus has Kelli assraped the time-space continuum.  This is the worm of the lard, Spanx™ be to Gilbert Gottfried.)

Of course, no one’s ever had to prompt you to get the show on the road, (Of course not.  Because I always have to do everything myself.  Sigh.)

and you’ve also never needed to be talked into being first in line.  (If you are first in line, is not the line immaterial, Glasshoppah?)

 But today, you’ll be the one who’s talking everyone around you either into or out of whatever you see fit (What if I see fit to have a fit?  What if I’m too fat for anything to fit?  What if I’d rather fight than fit?  What the fu(k am I talking about?)

— and you’ll have remarkable success at it, too.  (Indeed.  Because if I actually succeeded at anything, that would indeed be remarkable.)

A quick walk, a stretching class, a chair massage (I don’t care how little action I’m getting, or how long it’s been, I am NOT stooping to sitting around rubbing the furniture.)

— You need to get proactive about personal renewal this afternoon. (Could “personal renewal” PLEASE be a euphemism?)

You want to be as refreshed as you can when someone turns up the heat tonight.  (I have rehearsal tonight.  Sigh.)

(Which is, of course, a lovely segue (what’s a segue?  About a pound and a half) to…

The WaitStaff will, at long last, be making its debut at Philadelphia’s premiere comedy club, Helium, with an 8PM show on Wednesday, March 16^th.  So come on out and get your pre-Saint Patrick’s Day drink on, as the WaitStaff presents an evening with The Real Housewives of South Philly.   (For those of you who saw the Fringe show, which was ENTITLED The Real Housewives of South Philly, please note that this is an ENTIRELY NEW and DIFFERENT show.  The WaitStaff just finds “Real Housewives of South Philly” to be a good marketing hook for people who haven’t seen them before.)

You can get your tickets for Helium here: https://www.seatengine.com/venue/helium-comedy-club/event/382

Check out the SitOnMyFaceBook event here: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=166594253388281

Meanwhile, as those who read these pages religiously (ahem) are already aware, the WaitStaff will be presenting an evening of Smokin’ Hot Comedy to beat the winter blues on Sunday, February 27, at 7PM at World Café Live!  Our very special guests will be Dave Terruso of Animosity Pierre and Jaylene Dulap of Jaylene and the Judge.  The doors will open at 6PM, so you can come and have dinner and/or cocktails before the show (you can also have dinner and/or cocktails during the show, as long as you promise not to hurl any of it at the stage).

Get your tickets for World Café Live here: http://tickets.worldcafelive.com/eventperformances.asp?evt=1616

Visit the Virtual WaitStaff on the WorldWideInterWebNetz here: http://www.thewaitstaff.com or on SitOnMyFaceBook: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=198525196831422

Your YOUR-O-Scopes:

http://www.humorscope.com )

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.