another day,

18:34 <Toast> if there's one thing I missed about the 90s it was the
      existential nuclear dread.

Lest I give you a day without an exciting news story, the current administration has apparently reached a new level of psychosis. You'd think we had these plans to nuke everyone all laid out already; but really, you're supposed to keep these things secret. Purposeful disinformation? Well, it's almost certainly true, and leaking the document would only polarize the world against us, as it becomes clear that the American willingness to attack literally any country standing in our way (President Dumbshit has said so many times, in as many words) as we fight our "war" to "rid the world of evil" (Dumbshit's words, not mine) has now escalated to the point where if you have some bad guy hiding in a mountain and we can't get him out, we may be willing to remove your mountain with a low-yield nuclear weapon.

If we learned anything from the Cold War, you'd think it would be the doctrine of Mutual Assured Destruction, where the thing preventing a worldwide holocaust was the fact that everyone would die. Now, for some reason, we think that a nuclear attack on China wouldn't provoke World War 3. I think we could get away with a conventional, um, "military action", with enormous loss of life, but what makes anyone think the Chinese wouldn't lob a nuclear missile at Hawaii or California, if only as a matter of honor?

I got a late start on the Chicken Tikka Masala, and it turns out this damned sauce needs to simmer and reduce for some unknown amount of time. The recipe is not really clear on this point, smushing all the steps together as if there weren't really hours in between them. I don't know if I will make this again, or if I will just get better and faster at it, or if I will stick to the canned or jarred Patak's Tikka Masala sauce, which while not exactly how I like it, is quite good. The whole enterprise is quite a bit of a hassle, and I'm a slow cook, trying to make sure I get the measurements right--as I said yesterday, I don't believe Indian food is necessarily as flexible with regard to amounts of ingredients; or rather, I don't grok Indian cooking well enough to mess with it.

I'm still adjusting to the idea that I'm going to be working. Not that I have to be there early or on time or anything, but still, it's a bit of a change.

I'm sleepy, and this stupid sauce is still reducing. Grrr. They should tell me these things.