Kimchi, not for me

So I was just reading the news, and the picture beside this headline on Google news was of a scientist-looking man moving the hands of the doomsday clock. Can you imagine having that as your job? Being so smart that you're part of this elite group of scientists, and you get to change the time on the doomsday clock. Of course, if you're moving it closer to midnight, guess that's not such an honor. I wonder how they pick? Draw straws? Thumb/arm wrestle? Staring contest? Cast lots?

Interesting.

Besides that, I have little to share. There's quite a bit going on right now, and I'm trying to make some pretty major decisions, but nothing to report quite yet.