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A very good friend graduated a year before me. I made this for him. It features myself, my now husband, and our group of mistfit college buddies.

I think a lot of people think their gang of friends are the misfits on campus - and whose to say they are not? Maybe we all travel in large or small groups of misfits looking out at all the other groups assuming “NOT MISFITS!” Seems likely.

I’ve been very, very lucky in my life to have acquired the friends I have. “The problem” is my entire life is I’ve made deep bonds with life long friends within 24 hours of having met them since I was 12. Up until this move to the mainland anyways. I know I tag “I need friends!” and the like and be generally mopey a lot some of the time, but that is because I still have not learned how adults make friends. I don’t understand. If you’re not helping a drunk stranger play it cool in front of the RA or helping someone write lyrics onto their shoe or sneaking a entire cooked chicken out of the cafeteria in their purse - how do you met people? I know there is a way, I’m certain of it. I think my real reluctance is I still want to be the trip sitter; I still want that mutual hatred of that one dude in that one class; I want hi-jinks. I work best under conditions of total stupidity - those are the moments where I shine as a real life person thing. 

Maybe I’m just misinterpreting all this; perhaps all this want for what I’ve always had is really just my biological clock going off. But how the fuck would I know? What is bothering me is people keep acting like I should know; both if IT IS THAT WOMANLY TIME and HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS. I don’t think I should know this because I believe the larger issue is that there does not exist a pamphlet.  

Anywho, this video comes with a epilepsy warning and a boring warning as the people featured are not actors tied to plots anyone here cares about but here it is all the same. I’d really like to make another video from scratch one day. And I will! Probably home movies of little Ripley’s first steps though. Whatever. They’ll be awesome, what with the tiny little power loader and all.