Programming Or Hate Myself

OH. MY. GOD. The existential crisis when you suddenly realize that the print() function wasn't named by some cosmic random coding deity but because it LITERALLY PRINTED STUFF ON ACTUAL PAPER! 🤯 My entire programming life has been a LIE! Those ancient developers sitting there with their teletypewriters, watching their code physically PRINT OUT like some prehistoric fax machine while we're over here thinking we're so clever with our fancy terminals. I can't even process this level of obviousness that somehow escaped my brain for YEARS. Next you'll tell me "mouse" is called that because it RESEMBLES AN ACTUAL RODENT?! I need to lie down.

DARLING, the computer said "Tell a programmer to up VERTEX_BUFFER_SIZE" and I am LITERALLY just the messenger! 💅 What am I supposed to do? Learn C++? Sacrifice my firstborn to the GPU gods? The error message has SPOKEN, and who am I—a mere mortal user—to question its divine wisdom? The audacity of this game engine thinking I have ANY idea what a "dynamic vertex buffer" is! It might as well have asked me to explain quantum physics while juggling flaming chainsaws. I'm just trying to play my game with friends named "asbestosmuncher" and "Cock of the Block" like any normal person!

The naval mine (C) with all its dangerous spikes has spawned a smaller, arguably more aggressive offspring (C++). Perfect representation of how C++ emerged from C with extra features that can blow up your code in exciting new ways! The parent is already dangerous enough with manual memory management and pointer arithmetic, but the child adds inheritance, templates, and operator overloading to create even more spectacular runtime explosions. Just like these underwater mines, both languages will sink your project if you touch the wrong part.

Oh, the absolute TRAGEDY of encapsulation! Someone made a private Joke object and then had the AUDACITY to provide a public setter method for it. The punchline? You literally can't access the joke directly because it's private, so you genuinely "wouldn't get it." It's a meta-joke about access modifiers that becomes the very thing it describes - an inaccessible joke. The setter is there taunting you like "here, you can SET a new joke, but you'll never GET the original one!" Pure object-oriented poetry wrapped in existential programming humor. Chef's kiss to whoever wrote this because they created a joke that perfectly embodies its own inaccessibility. The irony is *chef's kiss* immaculate.

BEHOLD THE ABSOLUTE CARNAGE of showing a C++ developer how their precious 1000-line masterpiece can be reduced to 10 measly lines in Python! 💀 The sheer AUDACITY! Their entire programming IDENTITY crumbling before their eyes as their verbose semicolon-riddled monstrosity gets OBLITERATED by a few import statements and list comprehensions! It's not just code reduction—it's EMOTIONAL DAMAGE! The C++ dev's face literally MELTING OFF while the smug Python dev stands there with those glasses, practically RADIATING superiority! This isn't just programming language differences, this is PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE!

Behold the FizzBuzz solution that thinks it's a Picasso! Someone redefined all the brackets and braces with custom ASCII art, then implemented the most over-interviewed algorithm in history. It's like putting a tuxedo on a coding test everyone's seen a million times. The real art here isn't the FizzBuzz solution—it's making your code reviewer question their will to live when they have to maintain this masterpiece. Bonus points for the pretentious title "Just Art" as if this isn't the coding equivalent of wearing a fedora to a job interview.