Not really panic with Tabasco, more like...

I don't know, but things are slow. The battle still rages on, although I don't want to give out too much information, since it is a competition, and I have to beat the crap out of Jules. It seems that after your taste buds have been steadily assaulted for a week or so of ruining your every meal with Tabasco, you suddenly lose the will to win. But rest assured that someone will emerge victorious. Someday.
This has been an interesting week, though, beside the Tabasco sauce. I went back to my summer job of testing lake water quality for the U of M Extension Service. It's not a bad job, really- I pretty much get paid to alternately sit in a boat or car for several hours. On the downside, I only work for a couple days a month. But it's the ultimate geek job, and of course on the first day I had to endure the jokes about how I accidentally pushed my partner, who happens to be in a wheelchair, into the lake off the dock last year. Yeah, I'll never live that one down. No one gives me credit, though, for how I saved the wheelchair from joining its owner in the lake... and it's really not exactly my fault that he fell in in the first place. Whatever.