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When Project Is Not Ready But The Client Wants A Demo

When Project Is Not Ready But The Client Wants A Demo
When your client schedules a demo for tomorrow and your project is basically held together with console.log statements and prayers. You're out here doing the software equivalent of an excavator trying to high-five itself—technically impressive, wildly unnecessary, and definitely not what anyone asked for. But hey, if you present it with enough confidence and jazz hands, maybe they won't notice that half the features are just placeholder text and the backend is literally just you manually updating a JSON file. The art of the demo isn't showing what works; it's creatively avoiding what doesn't.

When They Say That Wasn't In The Job Description...

When They Say That Wasn't In The Job Description...
Oh, you sweet summer child thinking your job description actually means something! Here we have a job posting that's basically describing the bare minimum requirements for being a sentient human being. Can you sit? Can you use your FINGERS? Can you comprehend SPOKEN LANGUAGE? Congratulations, you're qualified for this $86k-$130k position! The "abilities" section reads like someone asked an AI to describe what humans do, but the real kicker is they're treating basic human functions as job qualifications. "Have finger dexterity to use a keyboard" – wow, revolutionary! Next they'll require you to have the ability to breathe oxygen and blink occasionally. But wait, there's more! They threw in "paid maternity leave" at the top like it's some kind of luxury perk instead of, you know, a basic human right in most developed countries. The whole thing screams "we're going to make you do EVERYTHING that wasn't mentioned here" while pretending to be transparent. Classic corporate move – describe being alive as job requirements so they can later claim literally any task falls under your abilities. Need you to fix the office plumbing? Well, you DID say you could extend your hands in any direction!

There Is Also Some Div Centring

There Is Also Some Div Centring
You spend years learning design patterns, data structures, algorithms, and architectural paradigms. You master REST, GraphQL, microservices, event-driven systems. You debate tabs vs spaces with religious fervor. Then one day you realize your entire career boils down to: take data from point A, send it to point B via HTTP. That's it. That's the whole job. Just fancy plumbing with extra steps and a lot of YAML files. The "always has been" meme format hits different when you realize the astronaut with the gun represents your senior dev who's been trying to tell you this for years while you were busy overengineering everything with 47 microservices.

Cloudflare Couldn't Recover At This

Cloudflare Couldn't Recover At This
When your pickup line is literally just recounting global infrastructure failures, you know you've reached peak developer romance. Bringing up that time half the internet went down is apparently the new "Do you come here often?" The girl's reaction says it all—she's either genuinely impressed that someone else was also refreshing their status page every 30 seconds during the outage, or she's plotting her escape route. Either way, this conversation is going better than Cloudflare's uptime that day. Pro tip: If mentioning DNS failures gets you this kind of response, you've found your soulmate. Time to move on to discussing your favorite HTTP status codes on the second date.

Solo Indie Gamedev

Solo Indie Gamedev
The vicious cycle that keeps indie devs trapped in their basements for years. You start with this beautiful vision of your dream game, then reality hits and you're building some janky prototype that looks like it was made in MS Paint. But instead of shipping it, perfectionism kicks in and you spend 6 months tweaking the lighting on a tree nobody will notice. Meanwhile, your bank account is sending you increasingly aggressive notifications, but you can't release it yet because "it's not ready." So you loop back to the dream, convincing yourself this time will be different. The phone screen showing "death in poverty - incoming call" with two answer buttons is chef's kiss. Like you have a choice but you're answering either way. That's the indie gamedev life—you know what's coming but you do it anyway because you're in too deep now.

Same Same But Different

Same Same But Different
Two developers bonding over their mutual love of coding? How precious! Until you zoom in and realize one person's "coding" involves Python, VS Code, Git, and Docker while the other is rocking Deep.ai, Unity, and a completely different tech stack. It's like saying you both love pizza but one of you is talking about pepperoni while the other is describing sushi. Sure, you're both technically "coding," but you're living in completely different universes with zero overlapping tools, frameworks, or even programming paradigms. The awkward silence when they realize their common ground is about as solid as a null pointer? *Chef's kiss*. Nothing says "we have SO much in common" like having absolutely nothing in common!

I Still Call Them Services And They Forgot The A

I Still Call Them Services And They Forgot The A
Someone asks if a mysterious black box has demons in it. The response? "Yea but they're based." Another person questions what they're based on, and the answer is simply: "C++." The joke is a play on "microservices" vs "microdaemons" (daemons being background processes in Unix/Linux, pronounced like "demons"). The title references how people still call them "services" instead of the technically correct "daemons"—and jokes that they forgot the 'A' in daemon. But the real gold here is the "based" pun. In tech, we say something is "based on" a technology (like "based on C++"), but the internet slang "based" means being unapologetically yourself. So when someone asks if it has demons, the answer works on both levels: yes it has daemons (background processes), and yes they're based (written in C++). Chef's kiss of a double entendre. The fact that C++ is the foundation makes it even funnier—because of course the demons would be written in the language that's basically controlled chaos with pointers.

Relatable

Relatable
You know that moment when you're reviewing someone's PR and you're mentally composing a scathing code review about how their implementation violates every principle you hold dear? But then reality kicks in—you remember your own code from last Tuesday that looks suspiciously similar, or you realize you're already 45 minutes late for standup, or you just... can't be bothered to start a philosophical debate about variable naming conventions. So you shrug, click approve, and move on with your life. We've all been that person judging the code AND the person who wrote the questionable code. It's the circle of life in software development.

The Myth Of "Consensual" Internet

The Myth Of "Consensual" Internet
When your browser and the remote host are vibing perfectly, both giving enthusiastic consent to exchange packets, but Cloudflare sits in the middle like "I Don't!" and ruins everyone's day. The classic man-in-the-middle scenario, except it's corporate-sanctioned and somehow legal. The "Kill Yourself" suggestion under "What can I do?" is just *chef's kiss* - the most brutally honest error page ever. No "please try again later" or "clear your cache" nonsense. Just straight to existential crisis mode. Fun fact: Cloudflare handles roughly 20% of all web traffic, which means there's a 1 in 5 chance that any given website visit involves this consent-free middleman deciding whether you deserve internet access today. Democracy at its finest.

Worth It

Worth It
So you dropped 64GB of RAM and a blazing fast 6000 MT/s SSD into your rig, and what do you get? The privilege of eating a single sad slice of bread for dinner. But hey, at least your IDE opens in 0.2 seconds instead of 0.3 seconds, so who's really winning here? Nothing says "I have my priorities straight" quite like choosing between food and faster compile times. Spoiler alert: the RAM always wins. Your stomach may be empty, but your swap file? Absolutely untouched. Chef's kiss. 💋 Developer life is all about sacrifices, and apparently rent, groceries, and basic human sustenance are negotiable, but that sweet, sweet hardware upgrade? Non-negotiable. Totally worth subsisting on breadcrumbs when your Docker containers spin up like butter.

The Keyboard Throne

The Keyboard Throne
Behold, the Iron Throne for developers—forged from the fallen warriors of a thousand code battles. Each keyboard represents a different project where someone rage-quit after the 47th merge conflict, or that one time someone spilled coffee during a production hotfix. The senior dev who sits upon this throne has earned their stripes through countless Ctrl+Z's, survived the great Tab vs Spaces war, and probably still has PTSD from that legacy codebase written in PHP 4. Notice how they're all membrane keyboards too—the true mark of corporate suffering. Not a single mechanical keyboard in sight, which means this throne was built from the keyboards of developers who worked in open offices and weren't allowed to bring their clicky-clacky Cherry MX Blues from home. The armrests wrapped in keyboards are a nice touch though—maximum ergonomic dysfunction for that authentic developer posture.

Myth Of Consensual Internet

Myth Of Consensual Internet
So your browser consents, the host consents, but Cloudflare? Nah, they're the third wheel nobody invited who just shows up and ruins everything. The beautiful irony here is that both ends of the connection are perfectly fine with each other, but Cloudflare sits in the middle like an overprotective parent saying "I DON'T!" while the error message helpfully suggests you "Kill Yourself" as a solution. Welcome to the modern internet, where your consent doesn't matter because some CDN decided you look suspicious. The "Isn't There Someone You Forgot To Ask?" is chef's kiss—like yeah, apparently we needed Cloudflare's permission to access a website. Who knew the internet needed a chaperone?