Cargo Memes

So cargo watch gets deprecated in Rust and the replacement is bacon . Cool, fine, whatever. But then someone tries to use it with Bun (the JavaScript runtime that's trying to replace Node) and their gherkin—sorry, I mean gerkin , the Cucumber testing framework—starts throwing a fit. The beautiful chaos here is watching someone try to mix Rust tooling with JavaScript tooling while running Chai tests in a runtime that's basically speedrunning the "move fast and break things" philosophy. It's like ordering a bacon cheeseburger but the restaurant gives you a fish sandwich and your pickle is filing a complaint. Welcome to 2024, where we have so many tools that even their names sound like breakfast items and nobody knows what works with what anymore. Just wait until someone tries to run this with Deno and a side of Toast.

Someone created "cargo-mommy," a Rust package that turns your compiler into a dom/sub relationship simulator. Instead of normal error messages, it scolds you with phrases like "mommy knows her little girl can do better" when your code fails to compile. It even integrates with "cargo-vibe" for hardware feedback (yes, actual vibrators) when your code compiles successfully. The package is fully customizable - you can switch between "mommy," "daddy," change pronouns, pet names, and even select what... anatomical features you want referenced. The real kicker? The creator simultaneously loves and hates that this exists, yet installed it immediately. Because nothing says "professional software engineering" like your compiler calling you a good little toy while vibrating your desk.

Ah, the classic Rust bait-and-switch! The graph shows compile times staying blissfully flat until you hit that magical n-2 threshold, then it's straight to the stratosphere. Rust evangelists: "It's blazingly fast!" Reality: "Yeah, until you add that one more dependency and suddenly your coffee break turns into a lunch hour." The compiler is just sitting there thinking, "I'll let them feel smart for the first few packages... then BAM! Memory safety has a price, and that price is your afternoon."