Showing posts with label Aretha Franklin. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 12, 2014

Black strap molasses, you’re my orange blossom honey bear.






Hello, Ducks!




Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for Friday’s Eve (For that “not-so-fresh” feeling…), June 12st  , 2014.



Happy Birthday to Seth, who turns twenty-four today right here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles.



We have precious little to report today…no candy penises (penii?), no fillum festivals, no epic nuclear poops at the Barnes & Noble, no rock-and-roll numbers in which We hump the stage…



Sorry…Our needle got stuck.



Never, however, let it be said that having nothing to say will stop Us from talking.



First and Formsoa, We are murder-mysterying tomorrow…on Friday The Thirteenth (dun-dun-DUN).  Is anyone interested in discount tickets to same?   We can get you $20 tickets for a four-course dinner and the show (drinks and gratuity not included).  See description here: http://www.bistroromano.com/mystery-theatre/  and get at Us if you wanna come.



Seconal, OurAmericanCousin Kelly (not to be confused with Ass(tromalogical) Ho(roscopulist) (and all-around AssHatt) Kelli (you can tell the names apart because AssHatted AssHo Kelli’s name ends in an “I”. Which is dotted with a smiley face.  Except the smiley face has crossed eyes, and looks like Tom Hanks in Forrest Gump)) sent Us an ad this morning in which marshmallows were roasted, hollowed out, and filled with shots of Kahlua™. We countered that amaretto or Frangelico™ would probably also be good, and a subsequent source suggested Baileys™.



Unfortunately, the only info We have is what appears to be a Kahlua™ ad, with a picture-perfect picture of the result (which see: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/82120393180477856/ ), with no step-by-step instructions on how to accomplish same without involving One’s local fire department.



So, Gentle Readers, have you ever roasted marshmallows in your home, presumably in your oven, in some way that would be controlled enough to achieve these results?  Leave Us comments…



ThurstonHowellTheThird, We find Ourselves (not that We were looking for Us, but it’s a figger of speech) in the sign of Gemini, Our video for which is above …and here is the link with which you may share it with your friends: http://youtu.be/Yj7enrUk6js ))).



A random WorldWideInterWebNetzian headline: Celebrity Crotch Sniffer Vitalii Sediuk Sports Brad Pitt Tank Top For Community Service





Also, for those of you who like cups of tea, and history, and someone in a tree, here is Our previous Gemini video, which is the first Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope video We ever made.  Just look how far We’ve come! (Ooops…did that get in your eye?):





And here’s the HorrorScope:



Meanwhile, from The Celebrities Whom No One Knew Were Still Alive And Who Are Having Birthdays Today:  Jim Nabors.  And Vic Damone.



Cultural inspiration is coming your way.  (Oh, good…bring on the marshmallow makers from Madagascar and Mozambique…)




It could be artistic or literary or almost anything else, but you should be able to weave some new threads into your tapestry by the end of the day.  (Kiss Us quick, We’re Carole King.)



(That was a joke for the old folks.)



(We DO mean Carole King and not Carly Simon, don’t We?)




It might do you some good today to step back from your crowd of friends (Yeah, it’s crowded alright.)




and look at things from an outsider’s perspective. (Please, Escher, don’t hurt ‘em.)




(That was a joke for the less-old folks.  And the nerds.  And people who like jokes that aren’t funny.)




You’ll finally see things as they truly are, (You’ll shoot your eye out, you’ll shoot your eye out…)




 which will either reinforce what you were hoping for (Hedwig tickets?)




(You thought We forgot about that, didn’t’cha?  But We?  Have a mind like a steel sieve.)




 — or make you feel like big changes are in order.  (Alphabetical order?  Or order of height?)




If it’s the latter, don’t be alarmed. (If it’s the Latter Day Saints, on the other hand, pray that it’s Wes Ramsey and Steve Sandvoss.)



(That was a joke for The Gays.  Of all ages.)





Do what feels right, (Alrighty, then…Wes Ramsey and Steve Sandvoss, here We GO!)




and don’t shy away from explaining yourself.  (Yeah.  ‘Cause We are so frequently at a loss for words.)




People respect the truth, (You can’t handle the truth!)




and they’ll respect you for speaking it.  (And Aretha Franklin for singing it.)



(Another joke for the old folks.  Who may or may not be black.  But who definitely like The Jokes That Aren’t Funny.)




You’re ready to learn all about someone new, but if they’re somewhat retiring, they might feel overwhelmed.  (If they’re retiring, aren’t they more likely old than new?  Just sayin’.)




Watch for clues about their comfort zone, and make sure communication goes both ways.  (Doesn’t communication BY DEFINITION go both ways?  AssHatted AssHo.)




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.


                                                                                                                                     

Friday, February 7, 2014

We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love in my pink Cadillac





Hello, Ducks!




Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for, February 7rd, 2014.



Happy Birthday to Devin, who turns twenty-four today in FairBrooklynThePrideOfTheThornInTheSideOfNewYork.



Okay, just so We’re very, very clear, here is what We now want you to do:




Think of all of your friends who live in, or know people who live in, or know people who know people who live in, Greater Bostonia or its environs. For example: Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, Mark Wahlberg.


(Pay attention!)


Now share the information in the following paragraphs with them, via SitOnMyFaceBook, or smokesignals, or autographed Calvin Klein™ underwear.  (Sorry…We forgot Ourself for a moment there.):



LOOKING FOR URANUS: Starzina Starfish-Browne’s Comeback Tour  does Greater Bostonia!



On Friday, February 28th, We will be at Club Café in Boston:






On Monday, March 3rd, We will be at Opus Underground in Salem:





Stay tuned to these e-pisstles, as We will be playing one more date in the area, to be announced early next week.



And thank you all in advance for alerting your Greater Bostonian friends.  (Do you feel just like Paul Revere now?  We bet you feel just like Paul Revere now.  “The British Bitch is coming, the British Bitch is coming!”)






Warm kisses, meanwhile, to Patrick, and Kevin, and everyone else who’s working so hard to get Us up there.  We have decided that, on this trip to Greater Bostonia, We are finally going to try a Lobster Roll for the first time.  Because who DOESN’T want to learn a new position? Especially with Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, and Mark Wahlberg in the house…



Meanwhile, in local news, you will be shocked…SHOCKED, We tell you…to learn that, after a long day of litter-hairy slaving and toiling over Act Seventeen of the new murder mystery, We actually ventured forth from OurHouseWhereWeLive into the icy cold darkness last night to go to the thee-AY-ter.  We went to see Snowglobe, and We are oh-so-glad we did.  And so should you; you have only three chances left.


So run, do not walk: info here: https://macknight.yapsody.com/



You have probably already seen one or more of the stellar reviews the show has received, but We don’t remember whether or not they mentioned that, in addition to being really smart and well-written, the show is laugh-out-loud funny. Lovely performances by Amanda Schoonover and Charlotte Northeast, fine direction by Bill McKinlay, and only about an hour long…what’s not to love?  Get your damn tickets NOW, already!



You, of course, will not get to enjoy the show in the same fine company as We did, with Our Sistah Ovella and Our Close Personal Friend, Justin Bieber.



And, as you are all no doubt aware by now, at the slightest mention of The Bieber, We plug Our Bieber video:





The Bieber, for his part, is just happy that We did not at any point employ the phrases “Really Big Wrench” or “Silky Smooth Buttcrack Of Life”.



Ooops.



(We just had a musical flash of Aretha Franklin’s “Freeway of Love” rewritten as “Buttcrack of Life”…



We goin’ ridin’ on the buttcrack of life
Wind’s against Our back
We goin’ ridin’ on the buttcrack of life
In my pink Cadillac…)




Who’s spelling R-E-S-P-E-C-T now?




 We are currently in the sign of Aquarius, the only sign of the zodiac for which there is only one Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope video.  Fortunately, it doesn’t suck.



Our video (Aquarius, for you naked skimmers who aren’t paying attention) is above, and here is the link with which you may share it with your friends:     
http://youtu.be/ovOtlxcnC50





And now, the HorrorScope…




Our celebrity birthday website informs Us that today is Ashton Kutcher’s birthday.   It is also the birthday of British Olympic diver, Chris Mears, who turns twenty-one today.  (Do yourself a favor and Google up some images of him on Wikipedia.  Holy Jumping Jeebus!  (Well, Holy DIVING Jeebus!))




Perhaps, in anticipation of Our Greater Bostonian hijinks with Messrs. Damon, Affleck, and Wahlberg, We shall invite Birthday Boys Kutcher and Mears over later so We can Frost Their Cupcakes.  (We capitalized that so you’d know We were being dirty.  Didja get it?)




And now, as We have a whodunnit to get dunn, herewith A Reading From Madame Olivia:




Greetings, Starzina ~

Welcome back and thank you for consulting Madame Olivia.

Madame Olivia just happened on a fabulous quote from Amelia Earhart: "The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward." Madame Olivia especially enjoys The fears are paper tigers. Apply this as needed!

Well, little Aries, changes large and small are afoot for you. No wonder, with that troublemaker Uranus in your very sign, to say nothing of animator Pluto in Capricorn. Sheesh. The thing is not to fight change but to embrace it as best you can: you will triumph in ways you cannot even fathom from where you are now. Madame Olivia is behind you on this.

Significant color for you now: dark red

Alas, it is time to take our leave but Madame Olivia looks forward to your next visit and sends you warmest wishes.




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.