Won't you take me to Funkytown?

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for ThurstonHowellTheThird’sThirdThirstyThrowBackThursdayInThurgoodMarshall’sThermals, April 24^rd , 2014.

Happy Birthday to Richard, who turns twenty-four today in New York.  New York, New York.  The City That Doesn’t Sleep (With Us).  Happy Birthday also to Mark, who also turns twenty-four today, somewhere in New Jersey. We thought of Mark the other day, when he floated across Our SitOnMyFaceBook page…We haven’t seen him in forever, and were wondering if he’d ever realized his ambition of becoming a stripper.

Also, Happy Birthday to Rose, who also turns twenty-four today in Greater Bostonia.  And, last but not Lee Strasberg, Happy Birthday to Our sistah, Carol Ann Carol Ann, who also turns twenty-four today.  Somewhere in Pennsyltucky, allegedly called “Kunkletown”.  Of which We had never heard before. And which immediately made Us think of “Funkytown”.

Oh, shut up; you thought the same thing.

Don’t fight da funk.

In other news, please imagine that the never-ending kitchen renovation next door to OurHouseWhereWeLive is STILL going on, lo these many moons later.  These are ROW HOMES, people…the kitchens are about 12X12…how da fuq much renovatin’ can you renovate?

Switching gears, We now bring you An Inspirational Public Service Announcement:

If you are anything like We are, you sometimes struggle to maintain your positivity amidst the modern morass (more ass?  Yes, We’d love some more…)

(When an eel bites your heel while it’s copping a feel, that’s a moray…)

…what were We talking about?  Oh, yes…if you find yourself becoming pessimistic in the face of the bleakness of modern life, We have stumbled recently across a new mantra which will have you chirping like The Bluebird Of Happiness in no time.  Yes, indeedy-doo, ladies and genitals, just a few repetitions of this one simple phrase and you will see the glass as half full, the grass as greener in your dime bag, and the only darkness before The Donny and Marie Show. (We have no idea what that last bit meant, but bear with Us.)

Repeat this one simple phrase to believe that All Things Are Possible:

Academy Award™-Winner Marisa Tomei

In other news, 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 Lina Wertmuller…

In still other news, please Save The Dates for Thursday, May 8^th, for the next installment of The Walker and O’Dare Radio Mystery Hour at the Powel House, and Saturday, May 10^th, as the WaitStaff will be playing The Mother of All Match Games at L’Etage.  More on that story as it develops, but inside sources tell Us that Jesus H. Christ’s celebrity chair will be taken by His Mother, Mrs. Mary MotherOfGod! You won’t want to miss THAT!

We suddenly find Ourselves (not that We were looking for Us, but it’s a figger of speech) in the sign of Taurus, Our video for which is above, and here is the link with which you may share it with your friends:

http://youtu.be/iGNw4zF7MSs

Also, for those of you who like cups of tea, and history, and someone in a tree, here is Our previous Taurus video, which is somewhat of a fillum noir, if you will. (Or even if you won’t…since when is it all about you?):

And here’s the HorrorScope:

Your social connections make life more vibrant — and less treacherous — on a day like today.  (Oh, please.  We haven’t had a “social connection” in years.  Although kudos for “vibrant” and “treacherous” in the same sentence.)

It’s easier than ever for you to see through to the heart of the matter when you’re dealing with emotions.  (Matterheart, Matterhorn, Matterheart, Matter-a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…)

(Sorry.)

Why does it seem so much easier for you to believe that something bad can happen, but so much more difficult to trust in your good fortune?  (Repeat after Us:  Academy Award™-Winner Marisa Tomei.)

That’s the big question you’re facing right now.  (Was that a fat joke?)

You’ve got great potential, but in order to really see it through, you need to believe not only that you have it, but that the universe needs to see you shine.  (This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…)

(That lyric totally doesn’t work in The Royal We…)

(This little light of Ours, We’re drinking whiskey sours…)

(Oh, wait; never mind.  It works perfectly.)

(Carry on.)

Don’t just question your surroundings (Why not?)

(Heh…see what We did there?)

— question yourself!  (But if We question Ourself, but there’s no one here to see Us talking to Ourself, are We still crazy?  (That’s like the age-old question, if Helen Keller falls down in a forest, is there sound?  (Except without the deaf, dumb, and blind girl.  (Also without the mean pinball.)))

Don’t hang out on your own today.  (Hang out with your wang out, rock out with your cock out…nope, We got nothin’)

You’re sure to feel better about a recent problem if you’ve got your people around to ease the tension.  (Um, as We just said, Helen Keller, forest, sound.  Academy Award™-Winner Marisa Tomei.)

(Why can We not make these bullets go away?)

Bounce a few ideas off those who have been there for you. (Which part of “all alone” is unclear to you?)

Namaste, MotherFuckers.

In gaseousness,

Starzina Starfish-Browne

(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://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.

                                                                                                                                     

Pearl’s a singer…she stands up while she plays the piano

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for Friday, December 07, 2012.  Happy Pearl Necklace Day…a date that will swim in Enfamil™. (Not exactly Our Own Personal prerequisite for a date, but hey…whatever floats your U-boat.) Happy Birthday to Nadia, who turns twenty-four today.  Also, Happy Birthday to Greg, who also turns twenty-four today, but who is not Nadia. (We only point out his not-Nadia-ness because “not Nadia” is Our fun-with-words Phrase Of The Day Du Jour Au Jus No Muss No Fuss Leave The Driving To Us, much like yesterday’s “Honolulululululululululu”.)

Before We begin today’s e-pisstle to the E-phesians…

(Okay, as many times as We’ve said that, THIS time We were given to wonder, where the fuck is Ephesia?  So We went a-Googling on Wikipedia, and damned if We were unable to find any such thing.  A fabrication in The Bible?!?  Say it ain’t so!  (Turns out, it ain’t.  Although the people were called Ephesians (except by those with aphasia) the city’s name was Ephesus, which rhymes with Jesus, and which stands for pool.  Jesus, Jesus, Bo-Besus, Banana-Fana-Fo-Fesus, Fee-Fi-Mo-Mesus, JESUS!)

Not Nadia.  You’re welcome.)

…We have a public service announcement.  During last year’s Fringe Festival, We dragged Our tired, battered old body from a matinee performance of Our Own one-bitch epic over to plunk its ginormous ass down in one of the few remaining seats for the last performance of Tribe of Fools’ Heavy Metal Dance Fag, and boy, were We glad We did.  This show was sexy, and smart, and funny, and sweaty (in a good way), and Our biggest regret was that We couldn’t recommend it to anyone, because the performance We saw was the last one.

Until now.

They are bringing it back, for two nights only, next Friday and Saturday the 14^th and 15^th, at the Annenberg (fercrissakes), which means you’re much less likely to be sweated upon.  (Which is the only drawback, if you’re into that.)  So getcher tickets NOW, because they will be going like hot cakes (or, more accurately, hot buns, but you didn’t hear that from Us, because that would be crass).

Heh.  “Hot crass buns”.  We kill Us.

Here is where you would get said tickets: 

http://www.annenbergcenter.org/tickets/?id=265#

You’re welcome.  AGAIN.

In other news, it will amuse Our Sistah Ovella, as well as possibly some of the rest of you, that We were asked if that were (subjunctively) We doing the narration in Our Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope: Sagittarius video (which see above).  We, oui, oui, all the way non.  (That was a little Frawnch joke.  (Very little. (It was also, We feel compelled to point out, not Nadia.)))  And, if you do everything The Voices tell you to do like We do, you will use the following link to share it with your friends:  http://youtu.be/6f1m5GLfk1Y

We had a dream that We were making soup, and it boiled over so badly that We couldn’t get to the dial to turn the burner down.  Which bodes really well for the dinner We’re making this evening.  (Fortunately, there will be no soup.)

Meanwhile, this just in from Helen Keller on Twitter (Why, yes, We DO follow Helen Keller on Twitter; thanks for asking.): 

Helen Keller ‏@Helen_KelIer

Now you're just somebody that I used to smell.

Helen Keller ‏@Helen_KelIer

That awkward moment when I get asked out on a blind date.

Helen Keller ‏@Helen_KelIer

Me against Anne Frank in hide and seek is just unfair.

Okay, does it GET any better than that?  Helen Keller and Anne Frank in the same joke?

And here’s the HorrorScope:

It is C. Thomas Howell’s birthday today. A fact that We share with you to enable Us to say:  C. Thomas Howell.  C. Thomas Howell run.

Sorry.

Let go of your own goals and plans today — but just for now. (Really?  So dinner is gonna cook its own self?)

You need to step up and help someone in need, possibly a kid or someone else who hasn’t been around as long as you have.  (Age jokes now?  The fat jokes weren’t enough?)

  It’s go time in every sense of the word for you, (We’ve already gone several times this morning, thank you.)

(That was for the age joke.  Bitch.)

because your mental concentration abilities (Sorry…what did you say?)

 and your physical endurance are both at an all time high. (The higher We get, the more We can endure.)

Today is a very good time to initiate any business projects — even if starting things up just entails mulling things over.  (Oh, we are a champion muller.  In fact, We venture to say, We may well be Lina Wert-muller.)

(What?  Not Nadia.)

It’s also a good time to review any legal documents that need your attention.  (Somebody get the Ephesians on the phone, will ya?)

You will be able to pinpoint problem areas right away, and you’ll be able to think up effective solutions quickly.  (And yet, We have no riposte.)

 Whoa, there (Did somebody say “Nellie”?)

— you’re ready to rush into something, but the key now is to slow down and get more information — including the clues from your own heart.  (Well, let Us just get it out of the drawer and have it dusted for  prints.)

 (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.