Showing posts with label Harvey Fierstein. Show all posts
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Friday, June 6, 2014

Get your motor runnin’, head out on the highway…






Hello, Ducks!




Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for FriedEgg, June 6st  , 2014.



Happy Birthday to Bill, who turns twenty-four today right here in The City That Loves You (On Your) Back.



Happy Birthday also to James, who does not EVEN turn twenty-four today right here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles, and who, coinky-dinkally, is poised to gradumatate from The Hallowed Halls Of Drexel this very weekend.




(Is it just Us, or does  “The Hallowed Halls Of Drexel “ sound a lot like “The Yellow Rose Of Texas”?  (Ooops…is “The Yellow Rose Of Texas” stuck in your head now?  Too bad, so sad, anal sex with your dad.))



Happy birthday also to Joe, who also turns twenty-four today.  In Delaware.  Which, fortunately, doesn’t sound the least bit like “The Yellow Rose Of Texas”.



Also, Happy Belated Birthday to Heather, who turned twenty-four on Wednesday, after Our e-pissode went to print.



And Happy D-Day to the rest of you.  D-Day: A Day That Will Live In Dinfamy. (Is it just Us, or do slogans invented before the WorldWideInterWebNetz just not make any sense?)



In other news, We are aware that many of Our up-to-the-minute pop culture hipster readers have just begun watching Season 2 of Orange Is The New Black.  We Our Own Self Personally are frequently a little behind in Our pop culture followings (mainly because We like any excuse for putting “Us” and “little behind” in the same sentence), so, upon the recommendations of any number of Our nearest and dearest, as well as spurred on by the general hype, We trundled Our recently-referred-to-as-“little” behind down to Our video store and rented an eight-track tape of Season 1.



Now first off, lettuce just say that We are only two episodes in, and We are certainly not going to judge so quickly (who, Us?), especially with all the raves the thing has received. We are nothing if not an ardent Jason Biggs fan, ever since his As the World Turns days, and hey, isn’t that that girl from That 70s Show?



That said, We just hope this doesn’t turn into another Bridesmaids experience…everybody loved THAT, too, and We tried to watch it…TWICE…and couldn’t last more than twenty-minutes. (Which, to be fair, could have something to do with Our loathing for That Fat Woman Who Thinks She’s Funny Because She’s Fat But Who Totally Can’t Act.)



We should also point out that We have a life-long aversion to the concept of incarceration, so this may just not be Our cup of Janitor-In-A-Drum™.  But We will be soldiering on, presumably this very weekend, so We hope to have a positive report on Monday.





(We Our Own Self Personally are “Born to be Wild”.)



That said, We are working on a similar SitOnMyFaceBook quiz of Our Own.  It is entitled “Which Moon of Uranus Are You?” Because We just found out that Uranus?  Has TWENTY-SEVEN moons.  That’s a whole lotta crap flying around Uranus.   Just sayin’.



Other things We just found out (NOT involving Uranus):  Alanis Morissette?  Has a twin brother named Wade.  Alrighty, then.



Also this: http://zodiac-society.com/if-each-zodiac-sign-was-a-drug?v=b22kap654m2tbo4v6nA915N41wSBwk0fy&page=1‏

(It being Friday, We are letting the subjunctive abuse slide.)



Speaking of birthdays, We are awaiting with bated breath (because We are nothing if not a master breath-bater) the arrival of Our birthday gift of tickets to see Hedwig and the Angry Inch starring Neil Patrick Harris and Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp.



(We are just going to keep right on saying that until that show closes, thereby demonstrating the utter futility of Creative ViZZZualization.  (Because apparently it doesn’t matter what the fuck We say, as no one is paying any attention.))




(How many of you are now picturing Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp as Yitzhak?  (How many of you are now saying, “That stupid bitch Starzina can keep doing this gag all the way till August, ain’t NOBODY buying her no damn Hedwig tickets”?))





In other news, 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 ))).




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:



Was anyone else aware that Harvey Fierstein and Sandra Bernhard share a birthday?  Because We , regrettably, were not.  There had BETTER be cake…




Someone is stressing you out today (Wait, wait, wait…that would imply that there’s also someone who’s NOT stressing Us out…)




— possibly so much that you need to start a fight.  (Which would reduce the stress how exactly?)




Try to avoid any serious dust-ups, but it’s okay if you bare your fangs a bit. (Hence the expression “grin and bare it”.)




Show them you mean business!  (Can We show them We mean show business?  (Kiss Us quick, We’re Ethel Merman.  (Which you might think would mean We were in drag, but they didn’t call her “Ethel MerMAN” for nothing.)))




(The depths, the layers…the humor in here is like peeling a fucking ONION, fercrissakes!)




 It won’t be a boring day. (And yet, you’re still talking.)




Startling, for sure — shocking, maybe. (Spelunking?)




But definitely not boring, humdrum or run-of-the-mill. (How ‘bout tedious, monotonous, or ennui-inducing?  (we have a thesaurus too.  Bitch.))




 Your first surprise (SURPRISE!)



will likely arrive via either a coworker or someone else you see on a daily basis. (Well, there’s always Our mailman.  (Did We mention that We have The Hawttest Mailman In The Known Universe?  Because We DO.))




Either way, they won’t be acting even remotely close to the way they usually do. (So the mailman will finally break Our door down and have his way with Us?  Somebody bring a camcorder…)




 Of course, you being you, (As if We had a choice.  Mainly because, who the hell ELSE could do it?)




you’ll enjoy the change (We’ll enjoy folding money better.  Just sayin’.)




— and encourage it. (Don’t worry, little change…someday, you’ll grow up to be dollar bills.  Maybe even twenties, fifties, and hundreds.)




(Howzzat?)




Hey, it’s your job to be a sparkplug.  (NOW you tell Us.  After We’ve spent all this time being a tailpipe.)




(Like an ONION, We tell you.)




Might as well have fun with it.  (Well, if We have to.)




Take it easy. (Easy, sleazy, beautiful cover squirrel.)




A little rest and relaxation, and maybe some deeper reflection instead of instant romantic action, is the way for you right now.  (Also, random retarded Rastafarians…how the hell many more R-words Kenya cram into that sentence?)




Just wait; tomorrow is a better day to take the initiative. (Tomorrow is also, oddly enough, a much better day to procrastinate.)





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.


                                                                                                                                     

Thursday, June 6, 2013

One two three four tell the people what she wore




Hello, Ducks!





Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for ThurstonHowellTheThursday, June 6, 2013.  Happy D-Day to all of you stutterers out there.  Also, Happy Birthday to Bill, who turns twenty-four today right here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles.  Also, Happy Birthday to Joe, who also turns twenty-four today, albeit in Wilmington, Delaware. Which, as We learned yesterday, is The Banana Import Capital of North America.  Thanks to Frank for keeping Us educational like that.  (No, “Banana Import” is not a euphemism.)  Also also, Happy Birthday to James, who does not EVEN turn twenty-four today, but who is awfully cute, so We shall forgive him.



Heh.  “Stutterers”.  We kill Us.



In other news, probably because it was Marky Mark’s birthday, yesterday went really, really well.  Like, frighteningly so.  And that is all We are going to say about that, because, if The Universe overhears Us and finds out about it, We shall no doubt be hit by a bus.  In Our very own kitchen.




Quickly changing the subject (and thereby, obviously, distracting The Universe), you may have noticed today’s Eric’s!Daily!Horoscope!  Pixture Du Jour Au Jus OMiGod Here Comes A Bus!  Not, certainly, that there is anything unusual about Us displaying a pixture of a handsome young gentleman in a Speedo™, but in this instance (A.) We are acquainted with said young gentleman and (2.) We are posting the pixture in aid of a worthy cause.




To explain, the handsome young gentleman in question is Our former ex-son-in-law/future ex-husband and/or nursing home attendant, The Lovely And Talented IceyPop.  If you follow this link: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=614986035179564&set=a.614981671846667.1073741830.125423000802539&type=1&theater you will find said pixture on SitOnOurFaceBook, where, by liking and sharing same, you will aid The Lovely And Talented Mister Pop in his quest to win a free trip to Las Vegas.  He will no doubt NOT take his former ex-mother-in-law on this trip, but We are feeling altruistic today.  Plus, Speedo™.




This little e-pissode has caused Us to reflect on Our ex-sons-in-law, of whom We have a veritable battalion.  Which is not to say that Our daughter was a big ol’ slut, but, on the other hand, no grass grew under her.  As it (subjunctively) were.  Whatever the hell THAT means.  They are, for the most part, lovely gentlemen (both in appearance and deportment), although We may have developed some selective memory in Our declining years.




The one problem, of course, with ex-sons-in-law, is that they are not compelled to send alimony.  At least not to Us.  Sigh.





In still other news, you will notice the appearance above of Our new Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope: GEMINI 2013 video. We expect you will do your usual bang-up job of sharing it with all of your friends using this link: http://youtu.be/Yj7enrUk6js , because you care about Us like that.



For those who enjoy history, here is Our Gemini 2011 video, which was Our very first one:







And now the HorrorScopes:



Speaking of famous gay people, it is Harvey Fierstein’s birthday.



Try not to push too hard, (Also, push not to try too hard.  Also also, push push in the bush.)




but it’s a great time to advocate for your most important values. (Wait…is it Double Coupon Day?  Nobody ever tells Us anything!)




Things are looking good,  (Countless hours in the gym and a tight blue Speedo™ will have that effect on “things”.  Just sayin’.)




which means that it’s the right time to check your heart to see if it’s on your side.  (See if Our heart’s on Our side?  Is that like Our heart on Our sleeve?  What the fuck are you TALKING about, Kelli?  WE’VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU!)




It’s time to think about what’s important to you (Alimony, Speedos™…what else is there?)




 — but then, you don’t need to be told that. (And yet, you’ve told Us anyway.  Asshat.)




It’s probably been next to impossible for you to focus on anything else. (Honey, if it’s not impossible, it’s possible.  Proximity ain’t  got nothin’ to do with it.)




If there’s any way to excuse yourself from a situation that requires you to act other than how you really feel, better make arrangements bright and early to be unavailable.  (Wow.  That sentence was deep.  Not very meaningful, but really deep.  Kinda like Uranus.)




 If a situation demands your presence, get in and out as quickly as you can.    (Surely, she means “get in and out AS MANY TIMES as you can”?  Or are We talking about two different things?)




Are you craving permanence? (Well, for a little while, anyway.)





(Heh.  See what We did there?)




(Oh, please.  Helen Keller saw what We did there.  She had Stevie Wonder write a song about it, and then Marcel Marceau sang it to Marlee Matlin.)




(Extra credit if you are now picturing that chain of events.)




A connection to the past could help you feel more grounded, which is good for you right now. (A connection to the future, on the other hand, could help you play the stock market successfully, especially if you, like We, are too old to be grounded.)




Browse antique sites or look through old family pictures for something with serious history.   (Okay, was that an old people joke?  Are you saying We’re dating Ourself?  (We have to; nobody else will.)  Or are you saying We’re carbon-dating Ourself?)





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://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.