I heard it through the grapevine

Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s!Periodic!Horoscope! for Turdsday,  April Twoth, 2015.

You are shocked, We realize, shocked, to be e-pisstlized by Us on this random Spring-esque day after so long an absence, but it is the occasion of Our Christopher’s natal anniversary, and said occasion had to be commemorated.   He is turning twenty-four today somewhere in The Hinterlands, but will be celebrating here later this very month.

Happy belated birthday, meanwhile, to a whole bunch of people who have turned twenty-four since Our last e-pissode. 

Whatvevs.

Oh, okay, fine; We’ll call out a few particularly noteworthy birthday suits:  Happy Belated Birthday to Alan, Damian, Drew, Ed, Ethan, Jonathan, Matt, and Stephen, each of whom turned twenty-four somewhere or another since last We spoke. 

(Our more industrious (and perverted) Gentle Readers are now scouring Our SitOnMyFaceBook friends list for beach pictures.  Knock it off, wankers!)

We read a self-help (and Gawd does indeed help those who help theirselves to a heaping helping of self-helping) article earlier today which said, essentially, that We could change (what passes for) Our life by refraining from complaining for seven days.  Complaining being pretty much Our raison d’être (that is, of course, Frawnch for “if you think Raisinettes™ are better than Goobers™, you’re a big ol’ idiot”), We were somewhat taken aback, but what the hell, it’s Spring, and why keep doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results?

So We’ve decided to give it a go.

We’re doing really well so far, too. (If you screw up and complain about something, you have to start the seven days over again. (And, presumably, not complain about it.))  Of course, the only other living human We’ve seen so far today has been The Hottest Postal Carrier In All Of Christendom, so it’s not as though We’ve exactly been tested.  But, nothing ventured, Barbara Bain.

In other news, in addition to wishing Our Christopher a Happy Birthday, and conjuring up mental images of the aforementioned Belated Birthday gentlemen’s birthday suits (We should point out that, of the eight gentlemen on the Belated Birthday list, We’ve actually seen the birthday suits of two of them, but, being a lady, as We are, We shan’t be saying which two), We are also here to draw your attention to Our opening.

Oh, get your mind out of the gutter.  We are talking about the opening of a play, She Stoops to Conquer,  which is being directed by HimSelf and begins playing at Philadelphia’s historic Powel House next Thursday at 7. Info is available at the SitOnMyFaceBook event here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/880439788665151/

…and tickets are available here:

https://philalandmarks.givezooks.com/events/mechanical-theatre-presents-she-stoops-to-conquer

And now, the inside scoop part for Our Gentle Readers:  there will be a pay-what-you-will preview performance on Wednesday, April 8 at 7PM, for all y’all poor people.  Also, there are discount tickets available for opening night on Funsaver.

We hope to see you there!

Here is the link with which you may share Our Aries video with both of your friends:   https://youtu.be/saxvaR85vYU

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 , Our celebrity birthday website informs Us that, in the midst of a whole lotta has-beens and never was-es, Marvin Gaye’s birthday is today.

·         Aries You're usually pretty good at following instructions, but what you're doing now is not what anyone had in mind when they instructed you to "boogie down."

·         Taurus The problems you have may be insignificant next to those of starving millions, but you can't help thinking that at least their problems will be over soon.

·         Gemini Expressing yourself clearly has never been your strong point, so it should come as no surprise that it'll take a few readings before people stop laughing and realize it's your suicide note.

·         Cancer Just because other people get away with being tremendous snobs doesn't mean you can, too, mostly because you're not as good as they are.

·         Leo There's absolutely no reason you can't become successful and happy in the next six months, which will make it all that much sadder when you don't.

·         Virgo You'll answer an ad seeking participants in the Most Dangerous Game, but it turns out they mean Scrabble played against an extremely well-armed logophile.

·         Libra For the third year in a row, no one responds to your well-meaning letters concerning what you consider to be fairly large errors in just about everything.

·         Scorpio There's nothing in the world like a post-coital smoke, or so all the former lovers you've driven to smoke through sheer frustration keep telling you.

·         Sagittarius Change is right around the corner for you, and it's raising a nine-iron above its head and watching your shadow grow larger as you approach.

·         Capricorn Look, just because someone puts a diving board somewhere doesn't mean you have to jump off it in order to fulfill the social contract.

·         Aquarius Letting your fists speak for you turns out to be a good idea after all, as they make some excellent points and reach a mutually satisfying conclusion that your mind would never have come up with.

·         Pisces Romantic success is coming at you fast, and will soon leave you battered, broken, and crawling through the burning wreckage of your life as it passes over you without even slowing down.

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.

                                                                                                                                    

Hot Topic is not punk rock

Greetings, Ecuadorians Rebuild Insurmountable Chifforobe—


(We just Wiki-ed Our feeble brains out, learning more than any one person should know about the word “chifforobe”. We would share, but your heads would explode, and, if We’re gonna be blowin’ up peoples’ heads, We think it should be for a d@mn good reason. This? Isn’t one.)


Here is your horoscope for Thursday, February 25, 2010 (It is currently 10:45 in the AM, and We have a few snow flurries, not one of which has been laid (much like Our Own Selves) on the sidewalk or elsewhere. Which means they could certainly have come and collected Our trash this morning. Have they no sense of adventure, these TrashPussies? They are probably paid more money than We ever were. (Meanwhile is TrashPussies not a brilliant name for a punk rock band? Possibly with an umlaut over one of the vowels. We put that out there, free of charge, in case any of Our Gentle Readers are forming a punk rock band this morning.)) :


(Incidentally, the aforementioned snow? Is cordially invited to suck Our d1ck. KThxBye.)


(If We appear to keep being distracted, it is because We are playing Scrabble on the InterNet with someone whom We’ve never met. (We are also a poet, but We are unaware of it.)) We are also particularly uninspired today. We would like to think that We could inspire all y’all to leave comments, but We are not as stupid as We look. We have yet to have had one person tell Us about a friend’s upcoming birthday. Apparently, We do this for Our health. (Albeit clearly not Our mental health.))


(Our-O-Scope…)


Is there a relationship in your life which is in need of healing? (Well, if, by “healing”, you mean “being put down like a dog”, then yeah, probably. But never mind that…let’S sing! When I get this feeling, I want s3xual healing…(kiss Us quick, We’re Marvin Gaye! (Actually, We’re all sorts of gay, but, really, how gay is it to put an “E” on the end of “gay”? Ya might as well add a cedilla, fercrissakes. Although, to the best of Our knowledge, Marvin Gaye was not gay. However, had his Gaye father not shot his Gaye not gay @ss, he would currently be seventy years old. We suspect he would not, however, be singing lead vocals for the TrashPussies. (That’s TrashPussies, avec umlaut, sans cedilla. (Avec Umlaut, Sans Cedilla, meanwhile, was the French title of the movie If It’s Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium. Our Sistah Ovella will be so proud that We know that.)))))


(It is possible that We were a wee tad more inspired than We may have initially thought. Either that, or Our bran tumor is acting up.)


(No, that was not a typo. It’s an inside joke for one of the two of you who’s paying attention.)


It's more likely to be with a friend or an acquaintance but you know what? (What, bitch?)


It could be with anyone. (That’s what she said.)


Who are you feeling estranged from? (Sometimes, when We walk down a crowded city street, We feel estranged from total strangers in the night, exchanging glances…oops, sorry; We forgot Ourselves. (That was a little emo-punk-rock cover of a Frank Sinatra tune, as remade by Marvin Gaye and the TrashPussies.))


Who has pushed all your buttons? (Who has snapped all your snaps? Who has zipped all your zippers, and caught your frenulum in them? With frenulums like those, who needs enemas? (You’re gonna wanna look up “frenulum”, if you haven’t already. We’ll wait.))


Who do you need to forgive and/or who needs your forgiveness? (More to the point, who do you need to foreskin, and/or who needs your foreskinness? (We thought We’d throw a little foreskin in there for Our Shaun, who’s a fan. Of foreskin, that is. Shaun is currently touring China. Boy gets more vacation than anyone We’ve ever seen.))


Today and over the weekend is the ideal time to reach out. (And fu(k someone, as the old AT&T slogan goes. Because love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows like me.)


(What? Just you wait for the TrashPussies remake.)


Remember you are in one of the most important cycles (Unicycles? Motorcycles? Menstrual cycles?)


you'll ever experience for your relationships all throughout 2010 so make the most of it. (Is it just Us, or does “2010” still look like a weird year?)


(YOUR-O-Scopes:


http://www.humorscope.com


The UnCowgrass)