Only Squash Merge Allowed

Only Squash Merge Allowed
When your team enforces squash-only merge policies, every single commit in your feature branch gets obliterated into one bland, generic message. All those carefully crafted commit messages documenting your thought process? Gone. That commit where you finally fixed the bug at 3 AM? Erased from history. The one where you admitted "I have no idea why this works"? Vanished. Sure, it keeps the main branch "clean," but at what cost? Your entire development journey compressed into "feat: implemented user authentication" while the git history becomes as emotionally sterile as a corporate mission statement. Roy Batty would understand—he's seen things you people wouldn't believe, just like your commit history that nobody will ever see again.

And Fucked Up The Merge Too

And Fucked Up The Merge Too
Nothing says "group project chaos" quite like that one teammate who swore they'd code everything manually, only to secretly let ChatGPT rewrite the entire codebase... three times in one day. The best part? They somehow managed to create merge conflicts that would make even Linus Torvalds weep. You know it's bad when the commit history looks like a crime scene and everyone's just staring at the PR like "what fresh hell is this?" The guy probably force-pushed to main too, because why stop at just one war crime?

Eslint After One Line Of Code

Eslint After One Line Of Code
You literally just declared a class. You haven't even written a constructor yet. But ESLint is already throwing hands like you committed a war crime against code quality. The audacity to complain about unused variables when the ink isn't even dry on your first line is peak linter energy. It's like having a backseat driver who starts screaming before you've even left the driveway. Yes, ESLint, I know it's unused—I just created it 0.2 seconds ago. Let me breathe. Let me live. Let me at least finish my thought before you judge my entire architectural decision. The best part? You're probably going to use it in the next line, but ESLint doesn't care about your future plans. It lives in the eternal now, where every unused declaration is a personal attack on its existence.

My Team Overseas Knows February Has Two Rs

My Team Overseas Knows February Has Two Rs
Nothing says "global collaboration" quite like watching someone suggest DD-MM-YYYY or MM-DD-YYYY in a meeting and watching the entire room descend into chaos. There's always that one person who thinks their regional date format is the hill worth dying on, completely oblivious to the fact that ISO 8601 exists specifically to prevent these meetings from happening. YYYY-MM-DD sorts correctly, avoids ambiguity, and doesn't make your database cry. But sure, let's spend 45 minutes debating whether 02/03/2024 is February 3rd or March 2nd while the backend silently judges everyone involved. Fun fact: ISO 8601 was published in 1988. We've had nearly four decades to get this right, yet here we are, still having the same conversation in every international standup.

Delivering Value Worth Every Datacenter

Delivering Value Worth Every Datacenter
Your latest AI model requires the computational power of a small country just to tell someone how to center a div. Meanwhile, the energy bill could fund a small nation's GDP, but hey, at least it can write "Hello World" in 47 different coding styles. The model literally needs to pause and contemplate its existence before tackling one of the most googled questions in web development history. We've reached peak efficiency: burning through kilowatts to solve problems that a single line of CSS has been handling since 1998. Nothing says "technological progress" quite like needing three datacenters worth of GPUs to answer what flexbox was invented for.

Creativity Not Found

Creativity Not Found
AI evangelists love to pitch that you can now build apps without knowing how to code. Just prompt your way to success, they say. Ship features with vibes alone. But here's the thing: AI can't fix the fact that your brain is a barren wasteland of unoriginal thoughts. You still need something worth building. Turns out the bottleneck was never the coding—it was having a single interesting idea in the first place. So congrats, you've automated the easy part and still can't ship because you're stuck staring at a blank canvas wondering what the 47th todo app should look like.

1990s Gamers Vs. 2020s Gamers

1990s Gamers Vs. 2020s Gamers
The evolution of gaming expectations in a nutshell. Back in the '90s, gamers were just happy if the cartridge actually loaded without blowing into it three times. "The game runs? Amazing! 10/10 would play again." Fast forward to 2020s where we've got RGB-lit gaming rigs that could probably run NASA simulations, and gamers are having existential crises because their FPS dropped from 167 to 165—a difference literally imperceptible to the human eye. The contrast is beautiful: a chunky CRT monitor on a wooden desk versus a curved ultrawide with a glass panel PC showing off its RGB fans. We went from "it works!" to obsessively monitoring frame times and getting tilted over 2 FPS drops. The hardware got exponentially better, but somehow our tolerance for imperfection got exponentially worse. Welcome to the future, where your $3000 setup still isn't good enough for your anxiety.

Devs: Atmosphere | Gamers: Jumpscares Pls

Devs: Atmosphere | Gamers: Jumpscares Pls
Game devs spend months crafting this beautiful, slow-burn psychological horror experience with subtle environmental storytelling and existential dread. They're thinking Kubrick, Silent Hill 2, atmospheric masterpiece. Then the gamers show up like "yeah cool but WHERE ARE THE LOUD NOISES AND SCARY FACES?" It's the same energy as spending weeks optimizing your elegant algorithm only to have stakeholders ask why there's no loading spinner with flames. The creative vision versus what actually sells. Spoiler alert: jumpscares win every time because apparently we're all just Pavlovian dogs who need that dopamine hit from being startled.

Which One Were You?

Which One Were You?
Let's be real: if you held CDs and DVDs by the edges like a civilized human being, you were probably the same person who actually wrote documentation and used meaningful variable names. Meanwhile, the rest of us were out here fingerprinting the data side like we were booking suspects at a police station, wondering why our burned copies of Linux ISOs kept failing the checksum. The "filthy animal" crew also definitely had that one scratched-to-hell disc that somehow still worked 60% of the time, and we'd spend 20 minutes cleaning it with our shirt before every use. Different times, same chaotic energy we bring to production deployments today.

We Tried To Warn You Guys

We Tried To Warn You Guys
Every year, it's the same dance. Seasoned devs and PC builders screaming "BUY NOW DURING BLACK FRIDAY" while everyone else goes "nah, I'll wait for a better deal." Then January rolls around and suddenly GPUs are either sold out, scalped to the moon, or both. And there you are, refreshing Newegg at 2 PM on a Tuesday, wondering why you didn't listen. The GPU market is basically a psychological thriller at this point. Crypto miners, AI bros training their models, and gamers all fighting over the same silicon. The people who bought in November are happily training their neural networks while you're stuck debugging on integrated graphics like it's 2005. Pro tip: When people who survived the 2021 GPU shortage tell you to buy something, maybe just buy it.

Fixed The Warnings

Fixed The Warnings
Junior dev proudly announces they "fixed all compiler warnings today" and the senior dev's response is just *chef's kiss* levels of unenthusiastic approval. That "I don't care, but... yay" perfectly captures the energy of someone who's seen too many juniors suppress warnings instead of actually fixing them, or worse, just slap @SuppressWarnings on everything like it's hot sauce. Because let's be real—"fixed" could mean anything from actually refactoring deprecated code to just adding // @ts-ignore comments everywhere. The senior dev has been burned before and knows that "fixed warnings" often translates to "created technical debt I'll have to deal with in 6 months." But hey, at least the build log is cleaner now, right? Right?

And Now Can't Turn My PC Off....

And Now Can't Turn My PC Off....
Installing Windows 11 is like inviting a well-meaning but overly enthusiastic roommate who immediately starts rearranging your furniture without asking. You're minding your own business, then BAM—Copilot is everywhere, embedded deeper than a tick on a deer. The real kicker? Try shutting down your PC now. Windows will hit you with "We need to install 47 updates," "Copilot is syncing your soul to the cloud," or my personal favorite: "Your PC will restart in 10 minutes whether you like it or not." You don't own your machine anymore—Microsoft does. You're just renting desk space. Remember when shutting down a computer actually... shut it down? Those were simpler times. Now your PC is basically a smartphone that thinks it knows better than you.