harto is awesome.

(also, wtf is up with all the concern trolls in here?)

All I want to do now is drink coffee and listen to that “Not a Habit” song, you know the one – the one all the self-pitying ex-druggy alcoholics sing…

“Breaaathe it in and breeeeathe it out…”

PARTY!

(sorry for any double-posting: totally forgot to sign in because i am shitfaced)

If you watch Pulp Fiction, do you go on about how horrible gun deaths are? Do you complain about anal rape? Or do you laugh at the funny banter and enjoy the movie? People are so weird sometimes.

Just so, some tastes and habits are perhaps best left behind as one ages, and drinking to excess too excessively imho is one such.

In general, though, I had thought that entrusting the lady of the house with the key to the booze closet or box was the “key” to keeping things within proper limits – perhaps I should think again!

If you don’t like drinking, why watch a post about it?

These things exert a powerful gravitational pull of their own: like some kind of tractor beam, they capture our attention and drag us over our own objections into a place where our conscience is utterly powerless to stop our morbid fascination with risky behavior.

It’s human nature to slow down and make a careful study of car wrecks and other catastrophic failures. Whether you enjoy the grisly aftermath is almost irrelevant to the fact that you gain vicarious instruction from the results.

My Drunk Kitchen is really a cautionary tale documenting what will doubtless become, over time, a gradual erosion of human dignity into a animal depravity. As we collectively press the brake pedal in order to decelerate and observe the mayhem, some of us will dial 911; others will laugh and shout “Miller Time!” This has always been the case, that two separate and contradictory human impulses are revealed at times like these. If your knuckles are white and your jaw is clenched, you probably have some issues with drinking, unlike the other spectators, who will use the collision of cooking and booze to concoct a perverse cocktail of tragedy and humor. Which is very intoxicating. That’s the complicated irony of all this–but if you’re over 21, a perfectly legal predicament.

i just see this as a person playing a comedic role. my gut tells me that she probably isn’t as drunk as she portrays. what i do suspect is that she is a woman who has some good comic chops, great editing skills, and a desire to make us laugh at her portrayed expense. hardly a spiraling drunk.

i thought it was cute and well crafted.

i’m watching the other episodes now. good stuff.

and if i’m wrong, well… so be it.

we’re not paid to come to this blog. if we think something is not going to be to our tastes, we can skip on by.

It’s just like laughing at handicapped people.

Your friends look at you with pity. Don’t mind me.

For shame, those sad billions who have chosen to destroy themselves through mild inebriation, perhaps as often as thrice bi-monthly. And don’t even get me started on the evils of sugar consumption. Why, I’m considering protesting outside of birthday parties for children, what with the foolish and pathetic cackles of the sugar-drunk, stumbling and bumbling along the road to perdition.

Cruel, cruel humanity.

item 2 and item 6 are both eggs…

Item 6 is just fracking mother fracking better I guess.

-Until smooth ?! I don’t have that kind of time!

Back left of the kitchen – a MF Kitchen Aid mixer..

-E. Hemingway