Free Speech Has Its Limits

Nothing says "totally not stressed" like aging 40 years in 29. That beard isn't white from wisdom—it's from debugging legacy code at 3 AM while production is on fire. The sunglasses aren't a fashion statement; they're hiding the thousand-yard stare from staring at Stack Overflow for 72 consecutive hours. But sure, Nerijus, tell us again how IT isn't stressful while your eye twitches uncontrollably behind those lenses.

When AWS sends you a bill for $14.74 from four years ago, you become the silent resistance fighter. While everyone's making grand gestures canceling Prime accounts over Amazon's latest controversy, you're quietly fighting the system by "forgetting" to pay that ancient cloud hosting bill for your abandoned side project. It's not tax evasion, it's a principled stand against corporate memory! The AWS debt collectors can pry that $14.74 from your cold, dead keyboard.

That moment when your router becomes the literal embodiment of HTTP 502. "Listen here you little $#!%, I didn't spend 4 hours configuring nginx just to have you decide not to proxy my requests!" The classic finger-pointing blame game we all play with our hardware when the real problem is probably that one misconfigured line in nginx.conf we're too stubborn to double-check. Because clearly, intimidating the router is a more efficient debugging strategy.

The eternal CI/CD death spiral in its natural habitat! What we're witnessing is the beautiful disaster of a developer's 48-hour wrestling match with GitHub Actions. Starting with existential dread ("god has abandoned us"), progressing through false hope ("fixed CICD finally"), then the desperate environment variable tweaking, config file adjustments, and finally the primal scream of "pls fix workflow :))))" – which is developer code for "I'm one failed build away from a career change." The commit messages tell the whole tragic story: ten commits over two days just to get a workflow running. The real kicker? That "fixed CICD finally it was literally 2 lines smh" – the universal experience of spending 8 hours debugging only to find you forgot a semicolon.

The eternal cycle of developer existence captured in one perfect ouroboros. You start the week pushing that boulder of technical debt uphill, convinced your side project will revolutionize the industry. By Wednesday, you're staring into the jaws of reality as deadlines, merge conflicts, and "quick fixes" that broke everything consume your soul. The snake eating its own tail isn't just ancient symbolism—it's literally your sprint planning versus sprint review. And yet, we keep doing it, week after week, because somewhere between the existential dread and the 17th cup of coffee, we're still convinced we're just one good weekend away from that unicorn valuation.

Ah, the classic "I'll just wing it without version control" tragedy. Four months of work obliterated by a cursor mishap because someone thought Git was just a British insult. This poor soul is basically asking "how do I lock the barn door?" after the horse has not only escaped but taken the entire barn with it. The irony of asking about backups after losing everything is the silent scream every tech lead hears in their nightmares. Pro tip: If your "backup strategy" is crossing your fingers and whispering "please don't break" to your computer, you might want to reconsider your life choices. Or at least install Git.