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Meet Krystal…Or ‘How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Blog’



Well, hello there! I’m Krystal the newest contributing writer for Dipped in Cream. I like being raw. Not diet-wise, because I will pretty much put anything in my face — no. I’m emotional. Angry, sad, emphatic, full of rage, manically full of joy. I’m pretty passionate about the things I like and dislike, and I have a lot of opinions, though I don’t often voice them…but I will HERE!



Sometimes I speak before I think, which is where that raw element comes in. If I think that episode of fill in the blank is crap, then I’m gonna say it’s crap. If the ending of that video game that came out last month made me curl up in a ball and weep on my girlfriend’s lap, well – you’re going to know that, too. I like to think that that’s why I pursued psychology; as a way to corral all of those gyrating and twerking and explosive feelings into stanzas and paragraphs. It helped. Unfortunately, I’m just a desk jockey, now — but I still try to use my Hannibal Lecter powers for good (but not food).

But that doesn’t mean that the ending of Bioshock Infinite didn’t make me cry like a little bitch. So when I say, ‘HAAHNNGH, THAT MADE ME CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH,‘ you know it’s real. No shame.

On a calmer note, I want to grow as a person, as a writer, and as a sponge for culture. I’ve avoided contributing to a blog for ages because I wasn’t sure if I could successfully get out all the things I have to say. So please, please… feedback is the thing that makes my little heart tick. Even if you want to tell me to take some Prozac and stop crying like a little bitch, please do. It will make me fist pump to the stars and beyond.

Please Welcome Tiffany, Dipped In Cream’s Newest Intern!

Hey, it’s Tiffany!


I am a Microsoft employee working with game developers and user researchers – Together we quest, searching high and low, for gamers that fit the bill to shape the games of tomorrow. In short… I see you being geeky, and I thank you!

Motherhood:  It didn’t take long to realize my son Camlin, is clever to the core. Mothers of brilliance chronicle and articulate this coming of age in similar shades; typically a glorious genius will insure that there will be an obvious lack of witness in your conquering. It will be you… flying solo, in the thick of preparing the third menu item for lunch that day, with work hanging in the balance. Suddenly that side eyed, cheeky baby babble hits you square. You’ll then submit to wholly knowing, that you’ve been HAD. An omnipotent smile washes over you. Realizing you’ve had a hand in creating a darling soul who amounts to much more than the sum of your parts. And he… Is So Cool.

Happily Unmarried:  To a man with radiant taste in jewelry.

Things I would carry from a fire:  My family, my records, my typewriters. (Queue scene of Pee-wee, making multiple jaw dropping trips into the pet store. “Ssssssnaaaaakes!!“)



In addition, I watch train wreck television, and far too many documentaries. ENJOY!

Introducing Kia K.

It’s Kia K.!


I’m Kia K. and, after a lifetime of city living (Brooklyn and Atlanta, to be precise), circumstances have found me in a honky tonk beach town. To escape the jokers to the left of me and the clowns to the right, my pop culture consumption is at an all-time high. Which means when I am not reminding my children that long pants and closed-toe shoes do not constitute formal wear, I’m watching, reading and listening to anything and everything.

Fortunately, technology is my friend, so even those of us here on the outskirts of civilization, can wade hip deep in the gossip pool. Break ups, make ups, births and deaths mean I scurry to blind item columns to have past wrong doings revealed. My letter to my 12 year old self would detail how delighted I will be to flit around celebrity sites getting my fill of star sightings.

With cable and network shows premiering year round, the buzz of fall network shows is different. But I was born in the 1970’s so some habits die hard. From Undeclared to Lone Star, what I hope will change is that my love for a show won’t doom it to cancellation.

So, be on the look out for my network TV reviews, in case the shows are yanked off the air during a commercial break! A dedicated sports fan, I promise a dissertation if Tim Tebow joins the NFL “YOU ARE THE FATHER” ranks. And last but not least I am a bona fide bookworm, and find nothing funnier than the battle ghost writers wage whenever they try and spin yarn into gold via the celebrity memoir.

In short, I’ll be writing to you from the front car of the Starlight Express. With frequent stops for both young (I live with a tween so will be seeing Fun Size and paying money for the privilege) and old (my neighbor’s Mah Jong club reviewed the Book of Mormon for me). I don’t know where it will take us but I can promise it will be worth the ride. I never do anything by half-measure.

When I’m not lugging hockey sticks, a 110 lb. dog or selling Girl Scout merchandise in the swamp I call home, I tweet and Pinterest @KiaK1.  I’m all in, how about you?

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