Are Accountants Data Scientists?

Content Your first podcast will be awful Your first video will be awful Your first article will be awful Your first art will be awful Your first photo will be awful Your first game will be awful But your first code will be perfect. Zero bugs and a very clean code. It will be "Hello World" Me: ››> Print ("Hellow World!") Traceback (most recent call last): File " ", line 1, in Print ("Hellow World!") NameError: name 'Print' is not defined >›>

Started coding a "simple hash function" and GitHub Copilot went full existential crisis mode. Started reasonable with "not cryptographically secure, but fast" then spiraled into "not guaranteed to be stable across different phases of the moon" and "different parallel universes." This is what happens when your AI assistant has seen one too many 3 AM debugging sessions. Somewhere in Silicon Valley, a neural network is clearly having PTSD flashbacks from training on StackOverflow comments.

The honeymoon phase with AI coding assistants is officially over! Senior developers are throwing their hands up after a few weeks of dealing with hallucinated functions, confidently incorrect syntax, and those magical solutions that somehow break everything else in your codebase. It's like watching your junior dev confidently refactor your entire auth system without understanding what OAuth actually does. Back to Stack Overflow and cryptic documentation we go - at least those don't pretend to understand your project architecture!

That's not a white dot, that's Cursor AI sharing your plaintext password file with every hacker on the planet. Nothing says "security professional" like storing credentials in a CSV file named "passwords.csv" and then asking about UI elements while exposing it. Somewhere, a security engineer just felt a disturbance in the force and doesn't know why.

The evolution of developers has taken a tragic turn! Back in the glory days, programmers were depicted as muscular chads who wrote code without AI assistance or Stack Overflow, built entire games in Assembly language (absolute madlads), crafted mission-critical code for Moon landings, and fixed memory leaks by manually tweaking pointers. Fast forward to today, and we've devolved into bizarre creatures who can't center a div without Googling it for the 500th time, beg ChatGPT to fix basic syntax errors, get trapped in Vim like it's some kind of developer prison (":q! anyone?"), and somehow manage to create three new bugs while fixing just one. The brutal reality check hits hard. We went from programming gods to dependency-addicted gremlins who can't function without our precious tools. Progress?

Finally, Microsoft acknowledges what we've known all along - their software requires pharmaceutical intervention. "Steve's Balm" with "Copilot enhanced formulation" is the perfect remedy for that blue screen migraine you've been nursing since the last forced update. The irony of Microsoft selling the cure for the problem they created is just *chef's kiss*. It's like your arsonist neighbor opening a fire extinguisher store next door. Side effects may include: sudden urge to reboot, unexplained file loss, and the compulsion to pay for subscriptions you don't need.