Wednesday, June 19, 2013

SEI Read Along Dates, Times, and Chapters

Welcome back!

Thank you for voting in the poll. As you can see, Wednesday nights and Sunday nights are the top two choices. We'll meet Wednesday nights at 9:00pm EST to read one chapter. Sunday nights will begin at 7:00pm EST to read two chapters. I have two hours sectioned off for Sunday night's two chapter read, but I'm sure it won't take anywhere near that long. I also chose to move Sunday night's read along time to 7:00pm (instead of 9:00pm) so as not to interfere with anybody's True Blood viewing.

The read along begins one week from today.

I created a calendar to help keep track of what days, times, and chapters we're up to. If you like, feel free to contact me (Twitter, Email) with your email address. I can input it into the calendar, and it will automatically send you reminder notices.

If you have any questions, feel free to use any of the above (or my personal Twitter) to contact me.

See you guys in one week! :D

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Starry Eyed Inside Read Along

Hey, all!

First off, thank you so much for taking interest in this read along. Starry Eyed Inside is a fandom staple and one of my personal favorites. I can't wait to start my yearly summer read of this amazing story with you guys. :)

With the amount of chapters (28 story chapters + 1 EPOV), we'll need to read 3 chapters a week. I think two days a week for the read along would be best. Because Labor Day is considered the end of the summer, I'd like to have the read along completed the Sunday before. This leaves us with a start date in the last week of June.

10 weeks of Starry Eyed Inside... :)

In trying to determine what would be the best days and time to hold the read along, I figured it would be best let you guys decide. So, to the left of this post is a poll. Choose as many days and times convenient to you (all times are EST). The top TWO choices will be our read along times. I've left Tuesday night off the list so it doesn't interfere with TwiFicTrivia. I don't anticipate any read along session to take more than an hour, even those in which we read two chapters to stay on schedule.

The poll closes Sunday night (June 9, 2013) at 6:00pm EST. I'll create a calendar with days, times, and chapters once the read along times have been determined.

PLEASE spread the word about the read along. The more people that take an interest, the more successful it'll be. It's a great opportunity to re-read this amazing story or to read it for the first time and find out what all the fuss is about.

The read along has a Twitter account (@SEIreadalong), which will send out reminders and act as the main contact for any questions. I'll also use this account to tweet quotes, lines, and feels once the read along begins, as well as RTing tweets from those participating and using the hashtag.

If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment here or tweet the read along account.

See you guys soon!

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Happy Anniversary, Mimi!

To celebrate the wonder and beauty that is my queen's anniversary, the lovely ladies at Keysmash Blog allowed me to take hold of today's post with my crazy fangirl, diva-loving way of life. Go HERE to read about the amazingness that is Mariah Carey. :)


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Happy Birthday, Brie

If there's anything I've learned over the past three years, it's that Brie and I are kinda the same person. Rather than drown her feed in a pool of my mushy feels, I'll leave the birthday princess with this:

What Iris Wishes for Brie on This Spectacular of Birthdays
1. Love
2. Happiness
3. A new Justin Timberlake album
4. Men to STFU and GTFO over women's reproductive rights
5. A Drarry lemon acted out by Dan and Tom
6. For Larry to confirm their love via wedding pictures (with Louis in a Vera Wang dress)
7. A lifetime supply of Detroit-made car commercials featuring the operatic version of "Lose Yourself"
8. For the people at her office to realize that she has better things to do than work while on the clock
10. A reenactment of this by all the original participants:

Happy birthday, gorgeous! I hope your day is full of all the wonderful things, because you deserve nothing less.

Bonus goodie:

Friday, September 23, 2011

Happy Birthday, Suzy!

The scene: A hospital.

The people: The president of Poland, the woman who makes the best apple pie ever, and people dressed like they're on Grey's Anatomy.

The occasion: Some chick being born.

A lot of sweating, a lot of encouragement, and a lot of love. Then, the sassiest person known to man is born.

She's named Suzy.

End scene.

Suzy. Oh, Suzy. What do I have to say about Suzy that hasn't already been said? First, the serious stuff:

She is my sister. She may not be Mexican, and I may not be Polish, but she is. Nobody other than a sister can put up with the shit I put her through. I met her a little over 8 years ago, and she was my first friend ever. She's turned out to be one of the most important people in my life. Without her, I'm pretty sure I'd still be locked away in my shell of shyness. She's given me a sense of self I didn't know I could have. She's always been there for me regardless of how wrong I may have been or how ridiculous the situation was. We've had our fights, our laughs, our "What the fuck?" moments, and everything in between. She's put up with all my craziness and ignorance and tantrums. She's constantly telling me that I'm pretty (liar), that I'm smart (liar), and that I'm talented (liar). She doesn't make me feel anything less than awesome. She won't let me. And I couldn't have asked for a better BFF/sister/partner in crime.

And now the funny...

Honestly, how have we not been arrested, yet? The shit we've gotten ourselves into... We should have our own reality show. It'd be called "Dumb and Dumber." I'll give you two guesses who's who, but you'll only need one. She was the one to introduce me to *cough* stuff and slept on the New York City sidewalk with me so we could get into SNL. She didn't beat the shit out of me for nearly driving us off the road in Hawaii, and she (sometimes) humors me and lets me play with the toys at Target. She lets me act like a giant 2 year old, because she knows that's just me. She's done the Tonto dance outside of Monkeys shows just for the hell of it. She kicks me off of beds, because she knows I'm too short to brace myself and finds the look on my face hilarious. She answers my ridiculous questions with ridiculous answers. She's spent days on end just watching movies and ordering in with me, because we just feel like it. She sings at the top of her lungs with me while driving so I don't feel so self-conscious. She laughs when I tell her that I'm 30 and still wear footy-pajamas with Transformers on them. She puts up with my obsession with Nutella and Michael Bay movies. She doesn't let me abduct cute babies when I see them on the street. Without her, there wouldn't be Suzy Sundays, and that would just be wrong. She lets me continue to believe that Santa's real. She dances like Shakira and raps like Lil Wayne. She likes guys that are the size of mountains and then says she wants to climb then and go yodeling.

She's the awesomest of awesome there ever has been, is, and ever will be.

Happy birthday, you gorgeous bitch. I hope today's amazing and spectacular, because you deserve nothing less. Thank you for everything.

Suzy knows I'm absolutely horrible at giving gifts, so, in addition to the dinner and movie marathons we have planned this weekend, I thought I'd give her some eye candy. Suz, I hope you find one of these dudes if not all of them in your bed this weekend. Just let me know beforehand so I don't show up and walk in on shit. Ew. o.O

I was gonna throw in some Jackson or RPattz in there just for shits and giggles, but I wanted to spare you.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Jackson Holds A Twitter Q&A, And It's A Fucking Car Accident

First, it was the "I'm looking for a wife" tweet. Now a Twitter Q&A. Tweetdeck couldn't keep up with the number of tweets he received. But, because I'm a nutjob like that, I kept count. Ready? Almost 4 THOUSAND tweets to the rat bastard in the matter of 25 minutes.

He knows what he's doing.

So, while this pile of shit is just getting bigger and bigger on my Tweetdeck, I thought I'd take the best of the tweets sent to him and share them with you here. Because it's what I do. And I'm still unemployed.

You know what? I can't even be mad at this. It's hilarious!

In a foot race? With a rolled up newspaper? o.O

Like a steel drum!

"Pants swell." I'm assuming she's either written or read a shitload of horrible Twilight fan fiction.

Wait. What?

BenMuthaFuckinJohnson. That is all.

I actually wanna know the answer to this. *grabs popcorn*

Never use the words "Douchey" and "Wipe" in the same sentence.

Video or it didn't happen.

I don't even know what to say about this.

Dishes. Mud. Boys. Laundry.

This just one of the many reasons why I adore her. That and she gives a mean pinky finger.

Monty Python FTW!

Sprinkle rose petals, light candles, play soft music, and feed him strawberries.

This. Is. Bloody. Brilliant.

Back off, Phoebe. He's Iris' lobster. Have you not read C, CD?! Oh, wait...

The man can create world peace, but even I doubt he can answer this.

Slytherin. Cuz he'd slyther into the pants of every girl in that house. Oh, snap!

He can, too! Its name is Dean. O_O

Just ask Mumble. And no.

The point when the Q&A turned into an episode of "Singled Out."

Jackson is a method actor. It took years and years of practice. *snicker snort*

What is your obsession with pirates, woman?!

*yells into that megaphoone he couldn't find* This question is why I'm a tree-hugger!

"Hi, there, sexy pants." Cripes. Where's autocorrect when you need it? #BetaForLife

Vomit. He likes vomit for dessert. Vomit.


This is probably the most important question in the world today. Glad someone asked. Seriously.

My boo likes to take hits of speed all day every day. #Shestotallynotkidding

Even if he wasn't, you think it'd matter to him? Don't hate! I'm just keeping it real.

I'm sure this is how so many men end up on Maury. #YouAreTheFather

*blink blink*

No! Of course not! Now, if you'll excuse me, my unicorn is waiting to take me on a date with the Easter Bunny.

Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch, please!

He's just not that into you.

He's neither. He's made up of fluffy clouds and Rob's hair and leprechauns and sparkly rainbows!

That's it. I have actual shit to be doing, but I'm gonna try and find something else like this to keep me from being responsible and actually doing it.

Con Amor Siempre,