On occasion I come across something which causes me to laugh hysterically and uncontrollably, though it occurs to me that what I’m reading is in fact stupid. But then I wonder if I am completely alone in finding such a thing amusing:
“I did once write a column on a different subject, but my magazine never ran it. It was on ultrahot hot sauces. By this, I should say that I mean very spicy, and not boiling hot–an important distinction of the kind a professional food journalist sometimes has to make.
An example of an ultrahot sauce is “Dave’s Insanity Sauce,” which I ate on a little cracker once, and then my head hurt, and then I had to lie down. And then I was crying for a day or so.
Dave’s is actually on the milder end of the ultrahot hot sauce spectrum. There is an entire category of ultrahot hot sauces that promise death. Most of them are packaged in little coffins. Some go so far as to promise not only your death, but the obliteration of the earth. I am not a person who fears death. But I could not bring myself to endorse death by ultrahotness, which is perhaps why my magazine found my piece ‘overly gay.'”
-John Hodgman, The Areas of My Expertise
How ’bout it. Hot or Not?
Posted by Red Scott @ 2:06 am