Showing posts with label Robert Wagner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Wagner. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2014

Doctor, my eyes





Hello, Ducks!




Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for JustAnotherManaclesMonday, February 10rd, 2014.



So some assclown on SitOnMyFaceBook just updated his status to: “Is anyone on here a medical doctor?” , then proceeded to explain some mix-up in his medication-taking schedule.  Yeah, dude, We’re ALL medical doctors on here, and the little blue pills are for when you’re SO CRAZY THAT YOUASK FOR MEDICAL ADVICE ON FACEBOOK.



Ahem.



Happy Birthday to Donald, who turns twenty-four today right here in The City That Loves You (On Your) Back.  Happy Birthday also to Nick, who also turns twenty-four today, also right here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles.



Happy Birthday also to Pam, who also turns twenty-four today, all the way out in Pennsyltucky’s capital city.  (People who do not live in Pennsyltucky are often surprised to learn that Philadelphia is not Pennsyltucky’s capital. (Unless they are from The South, in which case they are surprised to learn that you are not talking about Philadelphia, Mississississippippippi. (Mississississippippippi is, of course, nicknamed “The Banananana State”, because it’s so much fun to spell, you forget to stop.)))



(Eric’s!Daily!Horoscope!: so educational, it’s part of No ‘Tard Left Behind.)



Happy Belated Birthday, meanwhile, to Annette, and Damon, and Emily, and John, and Mike, each of whom turned twenty-four this past weekend.  Romper stomper bomper doo.  (If you understand what We just said, you are old. (If, on the other hand, you are thinking, “Why the hell is she going on about some retard’s left buttock?”, you are a pervert.  (We like that in a person.)))



Speaking of perversion, We had a dream last night in which We had a sex dream.  That is to say, Our dream was not a sex dream, but IN Our dream, We were HAVING a sex dream.  Which, while very similar, is not entirely the same thing, as We didn’t wake up at the end.



In other news, the evidence of the preceding paragraph notwithstanding, We really are not quite as mentally deficient as people seem to have started to imagine that We are.  Seriously.  Do not mistake Our efforts to fool you into thinking We are a nice person for stupidity…you WILL regret it. KThxBye.



Moving on,  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…




 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…




In celebrity birthdays today, Robert Wagner is eighty-four, Jimmy Durante is dead, and Glenn Beck is crazy.




Your emotional side is making short work of whatever situation you’re facing today (HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO US?  WE'VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU!)




(Heh.  See what We did there?)




— so feel free to let fly!  (Alternatively, fear flea Tourette’s fry.)




(Oh, sure, you’ll laugh NOW.  But in half an hour, you’ll want another joke.)




It may be hard (Indeed it may.)




to explain to others why you’re huffing and puffing, but then again, you don’t have to.  (Not once their fucking house is blown down, We won’t.)




Someone who you usually consider to be mellow and agreeable will start acting kind of feisty today — which is going to be quite amusing to you!  (We shall, no doubt, titter.  And possibly guffaw.  Chortling is not completely out of the question, either.  You have been warned.)




They have turned over a new leaf and are no longer hesitant to act out or say what’s on their mind — and they have you to thank for it. (Yeah, We’ll just sit here and hold Our breath and wait to be thanked.)




(In random news, We just looked out Our front window.  The snow We were going to have to shovel?  Has been melted by the sun.)




Get ready for a boatload of their gratitude, (The last time someone told Us that, they tried to surprise Us with a buttload of granny toads.  Which is not at all the same.)




which will give you a wonderful feeling of camaraderie. (Is that even a word?  That doesn’t even look like a word.)




You’re feeling the urge to clean house — on many levels!  (Oh, on all sorts of levels!  All except the level involving actual physical objects and dirt.)




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.


                                                                                                                                     

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Everything free in America, for a small fee in America


Hello, Ducks!

Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for TooncesTheDrivingCat, January 10, 2012.  Himself is still fast abed, and who can blame him?  If everyone’s New Year’s Resolution is going to be “Thwart Himself at every turn”, he should at least get a warning, so he knows to stay in bed till March or April.  Jeebus.

As you may have sensed, We got nothin’.  Christmas is but a distant memory, the New Year is apparently a personal affront, and nobody seems to be getting into the Martin Luther King Day spirit.  Not a single one of Our neighbors has so much as a Martin Luther King Day front window display this year.  So We can only imagine how they’ll react when We finally decide to go caroling.  And not even the Dollar General has a decent selection of Martin Luther King Day greeting cards or gift wrap.  Lord knows where We’re ever to obtain Our Martin Luther King Day tree.  Sigh.  What’s a Seasonally Affective Disordered Person to do?

We shall pause here, whilst you pixture Us Martin Luther King Day caroling.  Because We live to amuse you.

Speaking of amusements, We have finally abandoned Season Three of Damages, and have taken up instead the latest season of Dexter. Because nothing brightens up Our January like a little serial killing.  (Well, perhaps not nothing.  There’s a little cereal killing as well.  Because there are any number of people We’d like to imagine choking to death on their Cocoa Puffs™.)  To ease the transition, (and to take the sting out of having to admit that there exists television that is smarter than We are) over the weekend We watched Burlesque. Which is a musical fillum starring Animatronic Cher, and that Latina singer…you know, Chita Moreno Rivera Rita Chiquita Banana.  (We used to get her confused with that woman who sings with the Black Eyed Peas, but then We realized that she’s the one with the mustache.)

Sunday on CBS: an all-new season of The Amazing Racist.

Speaking of Chinese food, with six you get egg roll.  Also, ten placenta off with coupon. Also,  go watch this:


 And share it with your friends.  Both of them.  (Really, is it too much to ask that Our fame should be spreading just a little?  Does NO ONE understand how the WorldWideInterWebNetz work?  We don’t make these videos JUST so bois in G-strings can parade up and down Our stairs.  (Oh, did you miss the Virgo edition?  Check it out at: http://www.youtube.com/user/RickinPhilly?feature=mhee )):


Something Something Charlene Tilton.  Alternatively, The HorrorScope:

You need to deal with a parental issue. (Aaaannnddd as if it weren’t (subjunctively) all bad enough, Bitch is trying to peddle Us somebody else’s horoscope as Our Own.)

That could mean dealing with your kids, your parents, or needing to intervene between two generations of some other family. (It could also mean that winged monkeys will fly out of Our ass playing The Star-Spangled Banner  on the glockenspiel.  Or it may not.  (What the fuck kind of ass(tromalogical) ho(roscopulation) is “it may mean…”?))

(You’re picturing that winged monkey thing now, aren’t you?  Pervert.)


You’ve got what it takes!  (It takes a thief.  Also, it takes two hands to handle a Whopper™.  Also also, it takes two to tango, in a tutu.  So if We can just get three friends to come over, We can dance around and steal your Whopper™.)

(Tutu…tango…Robert Wagner’s Whopper™…somewhere in there is more comedy.  And if We had the proper utensil, We’d scrape it out.)

There is a huge risk that someone will overreact to something you say today or that you will overreact to something you hear. (HOW DARE YOU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?  SHUT UP!  WE’VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!!!)

(Heh.  See what We did there?)

But don’t try to censor yourself to prevent a blowup. (Goddamn fuckin’-A right, bitchass.)

You will just end up confusing yourself (How is that even possible?)

and diluting your message. (No texting in the shower.)

Carry on as you normally would, (You heard the lady.)

and deal with any emotional outbursts as they come. (The latest emotional outburst around here was all you old folks weeping when you realized you understood why Robert Wagner appeared in that paragraph earlier.)

Roll with the punches, (And have punch in your Rolls.  Doesn’t that sound a lot classier?)

and you might even have fun coming up with a solution.  (Well, first We’d need a problem.)

Not feeling great about a recent relationship decision? (No…why SHOULDN’T We make an effort to expand The List Of People We’ve Seen Naked?)

Maybe you should rethink your choices. (Wait…We have choices?!?)

If it’s not set in stone, change your mind. (Into what?)

It’s important to feel 100 percent sure about the big stuff.  (So We DO sweat the big stuff?  We’re confused.)

 (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.