Spite-Driven Development At Its Finest

Rejecting modern OOP encapsulation with its fancy "getters and setters" in favor of the raw, chaotic energy of old-school BASIC's "peekers and pokers" - where memory manipulation was done with bare hands and a complete disregard for safety. Like choosing to fix your server with a hammer instead of proper tools because "that's how grandpa did it."

JavaScript: where errors silently build a stairway to hell while you smile, blissfully unaware. The C++ dev gets crushed by compiler errors immediately. Meanwhile, the JavaScript dev happily skips along, building an entire application on a foundation of runtime disasters that won't reveal themselves until production. Nothing like that special feeling when your JS code runs perfectly the first time... right before it spectacularly implodes when a user clicks a button.

A parody of the iconic "For Dummies" book series that offers the ultimate solution to C++ frustration: complete abandonment of programming. The book promises to help you "forget OOP in 5 days," explore radical concepts like "weekends," and master advanced techniques such as "throwing away your computer." Perfect for the developer who's had enough pointer arithmetic to last several lifetimes. The true senior developer path isn't learning more languages—it's learning to touch grass.

The aristocratic superiority complex of C++ developers in their natural habitat. Shaving 100 nanoseconds off a program's runtime and suddenly they're strutting around like royalty from the 18th century. Meanwhile, the rest of us are just trying to make code that actually works without segfaulting. But hey, if you've ever hand-optimized a hot loop by unrolling it just right, you've probably made that exact same face.

Ah, the transformative power of programming languages on the human soul. C++ ages you like you've spent 40 years in a windowless basement debugging memory leaks. JavaScript turns you into someone who's clearly seen things no human should witness—probably undefined is not a function at 2AM. Java makes you oddly corporate and satisfied, like someone who's found comfort in typing AbstractSingletonProxyFactoryBean 50 times a day. And then there's Python—turning regular humans into those insufferable people who can't stop smiling because they solved in 3 lines what took you 300 in C++. The kind of person who says "isn't that elegant?" unironically.

Congratulations, you've received the ultimate programmer dad gift - a mug that basically declares your father superior to all other fathers using C syntax. The code iterates through all dads in existence, marks yours as kBestDad , and relegates everyone else's to kRegularDad status. It's basically a Father's Day card written by someone who thinks semicolons are punctuation marks for real life conversations. The only thing missing is a function that prints "Hi Hungry, I'm Dad" whenever you mention food.