This is actually pretty close. Pad kaprow is a very simple recipe. Normally there would be oil involved.

Ingredients:

• One jalapeno, minced
• Three garlic scapes, minced
• Three green onions, minced
• Two dates, minced
• 1 tablespoon rice vinegar
• 1 tablespoon Bragg's liquid aminos (or soy sauce)
• Six white button mushrooms, sliced
• Small box of shiitake mushrooms, sliced
• One red bell pepper, sliced
• 1 cup basil leaves, chopped
• 2 cups green beans, coarsely chopped
• 1 1/2 boxes extra firm tofu

Slice the tofu and bake it in an air fryer for 25 minutes at 400 degrees, coated with balsamic vinegar and a good sprinkling of sesame seeds.

Meanwhile, combine jalapeno, garlic and onions and simmer in a tablespoon or two of water in a wok or large pot over medium heat for one minute or until fragrant. Wait until the water is starting to spit before adding tha jalapenos etc.

Meanwhile, combine dates, rice vinegar, aminos and another tablespoon of water.

When the jalapeno mixture is fragrant add add the date, vinegar, animo and water mixture. Stir and simmer another minute.

Add the mushrooms, stir and simmer for three minutes.

Add the green beans, basil leaves, chopped tofu and another three tablespoons of water and simmer until it brings out the color in the green beans, stirring occasionally.

Serve over rice, or rice noodles.

禸 is the site of an infamous heist that was as much an astonishing technological feat as it was a brazen crime.  Investors from Gondilly proposed building a circular transportation system around an uninhabited but mineral-rich region of this planet.  To that end, they purchased drilling and mining rights from the government, promising economic benefits to their citizenry.  What happened next was an unprecedented event in the history of geological engineering.  The region of interest comprising approximately 10% of 禸 was literally severed and ejected into space.  Falling debris caused massive environmental damage and pollution on the surface below.  The Gondillians set about attaching drive systems to the launched fragment and began to propel it towards their home planet, where it will be completely mined in accordance with the legal rights which they have obtained.  The surviving inhabitants of 禸 continually write bitter laments about the treacherous theft, which can never be repaired.

ZAROBYAN is the home planet of a movement known as the "Right Initiative" that invites others to join them on their wild, untamed planet.  Whether that name refers to "doing right", "being right", "having the right", or perhaps "not on the left" is not revealed to the uninitated.  The initiation involves a beverage called "khorutyuny" which they claim to have discovered on Zarobyan.  Samples of this substance have not been made available for testing, as the drink must be consumed under careful supervision.  It supposedly sends the initiate on a spirit journey to impart the meaning of Right to them.  Zarobyanders have expressed their wishes to keep khorutyuny freely and safely available, despite the reservations of concerned offworlders.

ÇAMLIKÖY was once a functioning corporate world, but it has become enveloped by a maze of twisty little wires, all different.  None of the numerous businesses operating on Çamlıköy could agree on which wiring and communications standards to use, so they each implemented their own.  Every office and home is serviced by dozens of connections, each with a color scheme or braiding that attempts to distinguish it from the others.  Of course, they couldn't even agree on that, so wires from competing companies sometimes look alike.  Maintenance of the tangled cables causes frequent outages, and on occasion overloads cause sparks and fires.  Rather than attempting to deal with the melted mess that results, Çamlıköyers usually just start over with a whole new set of connections, leaving the old ones hanging there.

KRAVTSOV is a planet governed by what might be charitably described as popular sovereignty, or uncharitably described as mob rule.  There are technically officials in charge of everything, but they daren't enact any policies that are even slightly controversial for fear of violence against their person.  So there is at least nearly universal assent to every law on Kravtsov.  In particular, everyone agrees that "growth" is the most important thing to achieve.  This applies quite literally to the growth of the planet itself.  External trade is judged to be beneficial if the imported goods are more massive than the exported goods or services.  Kravtsovans enjoy performing labor in exchange for deliveries from other worlds.  Tourists are welcomed only if they come bearing tangible gifts.

CRAIOVA is an isolated outpost with the singular mission of storing and categorizing all human knowledge in a vast database.  For reasons known only to the Craiovans, this data is stored entirely in an iambic pentameter format.  Converting the boring prose information from dozens of worlds into glorious poetry worthy of perpetual preservation is their full-time job, and perhaps they have become somewhat unhinged in their zeal.  Fights about the proper wording for a particular database entry are common, engendering toxic backbiting about the qualifications and suitability of fellow Craiovans.  Once someone managed to anonymously submit a limerick into the files as a joke, and the repercussions are still ongoing.

HALLAXA is home to a "college town" where privileged students from other worlds are sent to receive a prestigious university education.  A great deal of emphasis is placed on competition and being the absolute best at whatever they set out to do.  Ordinarily, everyone is very serious and formal.  But on the great public holiday of "Bejaunting Day", supreme permission is given to do anything at all, "as long as it doesn't harm anyone."  On this day, the students therefore compete to do the craziest stunts they can imagine, subject to the restriction against harming anyone.  In addition to the threat of expulsion for violating that rule concerning others, there is always also a formal reminder that "anyone" includes one's self.  Thankfully, injuries requiring official discipline are rare.

Summary

Some people have a shoe addiction.

I'm addicted to tools. Software. Stuff I can use.

I will spend many hours browsing through options and learning about the capabilities and faults of various tools or programs.

Then, finding the 'right' one, I get super jazzed. I'll proclaim "I'm going to use this for ALL THE THINGS!" and I will believe it. Every time.

Then, after one hot minute genuinely using whatever it is, I'm moving on to the next one. Because I feel like I've done the 80/20, and now it's boring drudgery like everything else.

Yeah. ADHD. Le sigh.

Past

One example of this is Tiddlywiki by Jeremy Ruston. And to be fair to myself, I used this one pretty extensively.

I mean, it really is awesome. A single HTML file that functions as an entire wiki. While I was at BCUS as a tech guy, I filled one with problems and solutions for my team and it got used pretty heavily as a time saver. Someone even caught wind of its usefulness and started one for the Telephony team.

It lost its functionality for a while because of some aspect of more modern browsers, but checking the website, I just saw that someone created a plugin for your browser to use Tiddlywikis in Google Drive! May just have to dust this one off and get using it again…

Now

I was looking for something a bit like a wiki, honestly, and found myself checking out Obsidian and now, recently, Logseq.

I don't foresee myself being a power user of either, but the base elements of Logseq got my attention and I've downloaded it to check it out. It's certainly an impressive app and more so when it's for free.

Mainly, I like that everything is about outlining. It's an 'outliner'. As a side note, that's a term I'd never heard before - didn't realize there's a whole category. I would have just sounded ignorant saying something like "A program which helps you outline." 😏

Future

Point being - I would like to do more writing online. Specifically, on my various websites, Patreon, and... who knows - maybe even do some guest writing spots in exchange for others? Whatever.

If I do that though, I'll need to get better at structure. Pushing myself into outlining seems a good way to do that.

What's more, it's a skill that will help in a snowball / avalanche sense. Some of that increased writing is meant to eventually lead to a book I'm working on for folks to learn to draw. Specifically How to Draw Fantastic Humans. If things go as planned? Eventually followed by How to Draw Fantastic Elves. And Dwarves. And... yadda yadda.

And all of that will require better structure in my writing.

Me use gooder words, but me structure so un good.

The Dismount

I suppose there are far worse addictions. Especially since my tastes tend towards freeware and physical tools. I can't keep many physical tools with me, so that side of things is fairly self limiting.

I've managed to avoid becoming a Linux guy so freeware doesn't generally pile up for me. Mostly.

How about you? What do you spend entirely too much mental, emotional, or financial resources on?

ANAGNOSTOU is a cold and nearly barren world that subsists on hydroponically-farmed vegetables.  There is ample water ice, at least, and fuel to keep the habitats nice and warm.  The inherited position of "Father" is the title of the sovereign ruler of the planet.  Not everyone is descended from the Father, of course, but the extended royal family does make up a large fraction of the population.  Two traditional privileges distinguish the life of the Father from those of his subjects.  First, only the Father is permitted to leave the doors of his habitat open to the outside air.  This wastes a lot of heat, and serves only to flaunt his wealth.  The second rule is rather more strange.  The Father insists that no one may move in his presence.  This also precludes oral communication, so if anyone has anything to say to the Father, they must write down their petition on a placard and post it while he isn't present.  Then, on one of his daily processionals, the Father may happen to see this message.  If the members of that household remain appropriately frozen in place when he arrives, it bodes well for their request to be granted by the Father's decree.

ZŁOTNA has been extensively colonized by humans, but they consider their rightful ruler to be a native creature called "Król Potwór".  Artistic renditions depict Król Potwór as over twice as tall as a human, with a terrifying aspect.  Photographic evidence has not been made available, which leaves numerous questions about this monarch of Złotna.  Does it actually exist?  Its official home is a cave system with a fancifully decorated entrance and full-time armed guards.  Is there a breeding population that exists within these caverns?  Złotnan literature tells of a time when Król Potwór roamed the planet freely, in a wistful tone that suggests it may be the last of its kind.  What happens to those who are brought to face Król Potwór's justice in person?  None of them have ever made complaint.