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Friday, October 10, 2003

With some luck, the Supreme Court will allow him to get his job back after he recovers, using provisions of the ADA. With a little more luck, maybe Ashcroft will see the opportunity for rehab and not send him to prison for 9 months like the notorious paraphernalia pusher Tommy Chong. For the rest of us, we’ve all known a few pill-poppers in our lifetimes and realize how whacked-out, paranoid, and divorced from reality and normal human compassion they can become. So let’s give him a chance to get back on his feet and start over without becoming judgmental about it. It can happen to anyone, even the high and mighty. We should give him the same chances we would a typical drug-crazed axe-murderer from the ghetto, the same chances he'd give us if the shoe were on the left foot. 8:02:05 PM    comment []

How Hot Sauce Multiplies   I’ve never been a hot sauce dude, but it looks like I’m becoming one. Like anything that gets out of control, this began innocently. Every so often, I’d bring in a bag of pork rinds and I had a bottle of Tabasco there to “dress ‘em”, for those who so desired. Over time, it became an exercise in testing new hot sauces in our work area. The longtime favorite was, and still is, Louisiana Hot Sauce – not too hot, not too sweet. Then, about two years ago, people began bringing me peppers from their gardens. I made a few hot sauces, of both the fermented and extracted variety, and soon got the reputation of a chili-head. Like an addiction, my tolerance to capsaicin increased, but I could take the stuff or leave it. Then people started bringing me hot sauces. In the past two weeks alone, five bottles have showed up. The Dave’s Ultimate Insanity, I bought myself, on clearance at the old Southern Season. This is the hottest “so far.” A drop the size of a pinhead on a (now home-fried) pork rind napalms your mouth. The Toxic Waste supposedly is hotter at 150,000 Scoville units. It gave some people the hiccups. One guy said it shuts down the back of your mouth and triggers the gag reflex – but it doesn’t seem hotter.   Yesterday, I decided to take this to its logical conclusion. I took up a collection and ordered Da’ Bomb The Final Answer hot sauce. At 1.5 million Scoville units, we will have reached the point of mutually-assured destruction. 2:57:39 PM    comment []