Luigi Did Not Commit Murder

The quiet, reserved programmer who barely speaks during client meetings suddenly transforms into a feral beast when surrounded by fellow code monkeys. Nothing unleashes the inner wolf like debating tabs vs spaces or why someone committed directly to main. The facade of professionalism crumbles faster than a production server during a demo when you're among your own kind. Non-technical folks think we're shy introverts, but they've never witnessed the bloodbath of a code review where someone used nested ternaries.

Ah, Git. The tool we all praise in public and curse in private. The first panel is that classic tech presentation where someone's overselling Git with buzzwords like "distributed graph theory tree model" – as if that helps anyone understand it. Then comes the brutal truth bomb: nobody actually understands Git. We just memorize arcane incantations, pray they work, and when they inevitably fail, we resort to the time-honored tradition of nuking the repo and starting fresh. Twenty years in the industry and I still sometimes find myself thinking "git add, git commit, git push" and if that doesn't work... well, there's always rm -rf and clone again. Some tools you use; Git uses you.

The sacred rule of Git: force pushing is like playing with explosives. On your own feature branch? Sure, blow it up, it's your mess to clean. But on master? You've just committed the cardinal sin of version control. That -f flag might as well stand for "future regret" when you obliterate everyone else's work with your divine intervention. Nothing says "I'm the captain now" quite like rewriting shared history without consent. Pro tip: Want to make enemies at work? Force push to master on Friday at 4:55 PM and turn off Slack notifications.

That moment of existential dread when a coworker checks out your Git branch and sees the unholy abomination of code you've been working on. Suddenly all your variable names like final_final_v2_WORKS and those 47 commented-out debugging console.log() statements are on full display. Your commit messages reading "fix stuff" and "please work" aren't helping your case either. The digital equivalent of someone walking into your house while it's an absolute disaster.

Running git blame is like opening Pandora's box of workplace drama! You start all confident thinking "I'll find who wrote this garbage" only to discover it was YOUR BOSS all along. That moment when your face transitions from detective to absolute horror as you realize you're about to refactor code written by the person who signs your paychecks. Time to quietly close the terminal and pretend you never saw anything... 🙈

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.