"Nah. Potatoes, while plentiful, aren't very flavorful."
"They're vehicles for other foods...like pasta."
"...Ummm...potatoes and pasta?"
I ask you to pause here, dear reader and consider. Does this sound like a yummy meal to you? No? Good. Then I'm not the only one.
She claims she meant "They're vehicles for other foods. Like pasta."
I'm still idling on the job hunt. I need to paper downtown with my resume or something. I talked to my theoretical boss today about when the heck this project is supposed to start paying.
Until it does, I feel no obligation to put in any more work. I'm feeling pretty sure that's a dead end like every job/job offer in recent memory. Doesn't someone want to pay me for doing stuff? I smile lots. I'm energetic. I code. I know *nix like the qwerty keyboard.
I'm beginning to think that my predilection for driving and automobiles is more likely to score me a job than my technical talent these days.