Me Approving My Own Repo

When GitHub asks for your password but you haven't used it since they forced everyone to switch to personal access tokens. The mysterious GitHub entity with its ominous backdrop demands credentials while the poor developer, blissfully unaware, types "coder" like it's 1999. Then reality hits - support for password authentication was nuked back in August 2021. That moment when muscle memory meets obsolete security protocols. Your fingers remember what your brain forgot.

Ah, the ancient hieroglyphics of code written before the holiday break. You stare at it like an archaeologist trying to decipher a dead language. "Who wrote this?" you wonder, before checking git blame and realizing it was you... three weeks ago. The coffee isn't strong enough for this level of amnesia. Your brain has completely purged all context about what the hell you were thinking when you wrote that nested ternary operator. Just approve it and type "LGTM" (Looks Good To Me), because honestly, who even remembers how this codebase works anymore?

Oh, the sweet revenge of the unpaid intern! This meme shows the command git add .env which is basically the digital equivalent of dropping a nuclear bomb in the repo. The .env file contains all those juicy API keys, database passwords, and secret tokens that should NEVER be committed to version control. It's like saying "Thanks for the experience, here's all your security credentials on GitHub for the world to see!" A perfect exit strategy for someone who worked for exposure instead of actual money. Chaotic evil never looked so satisfying.

GitHub's password deprecation strategy is like a villain in a noir film. "Please enter your password... ah yes, thank you. By the way, passwords are dead to me now. Generate a token instead." The classic bait-and-switch executed with all the subtlety of a ransomware notification. Nothing says "we care about security" quite like making you use an outdated authentication method before telling you it's outdated.

Nothing says "I'm here to help" like a junior dev submitting a PR that rewrites half the codebase before their first cup of office coffee. The message "init cursor" is the digital equivalent of "I fixed it" while the server room is on fire. Those 8,214 new files? Just dependency hell with a bow on top. Senior devs are already updating their resumes.

The modern developer's balancing act, visualized with stunning accuracy. That precarious tower of cans represents what's actually holding up your code—a foundation of ChatGPT at the bottom (let's be honest, it's writing half your functions), Google searches above it (for the errors ChatGPT creates), followed by pure dumb luck, ancient GitHub repositories you found at 3 AM, and tutorial videos from that one Indian guy who explains algorithms better than your $200K computer science degree. And finally, at the very top, desperately balancing on this tower of digital desperation? Your actual code—looking just as confused as that dog wondering how it got up there and how long before the whole thing collapses during the next sprint review.