Cloudflare Has No Remorse

Fancy GUI API testing tools are nice until you need to debug something at 2AM and your authentication token expires. Meanwhile, the command line warrior with curl gets the job done in 10 seconds flat. Sure, Postman has pretty buttons and saves your requests, but real sysadmins know: when the server's on fire, nobody's got time to wait for an Electron app to load.

The cybersecurity industry's dirty little secret: today's "experts" were yesterday's teenage hackers. Nothing builds credibility like a criminal record! The transition from "I hacked the school website to change my grades" to "I protect enterprise systems from nation-state threats" is just *chef's kiss* career evolution. Companies pay six figures to the same people who once downloaded RAM and told their parents that the virus came from "clicking the wrong download button." The ultimate redemption arc - from being grounded for a month to being the last line of defense against ransomware. Talk about failing upward!

The year is 2025. Microsoft has fully absorbed GitHub, and the dystopian nightmare begins. GitHub users cower in fear as Microsoft whispers "Come closer..." only to drop the bombshell: "I NEED YOU TO ADD IPV6 SUPPORT TO GITHUB." It's the ultimate plot twist! After all the fears of Microsoft injecting telemetry, ads, or subscription tiers into GitHub, they're just desperately trying to drag their acquisition into modern networking standards. Still running on legacy IPv4 in 2025? That's the real horror story! The internet ran out of IPv4 addresses years ago, but GitHub's still clinging to them like SpongeBob to his spatula.

Forget P vs NP and the halting problem! The real unsolved mysteries of computer science are the everyday nightmares we pretend don't exist. That moving button that plays hard-to-get just as you're about to click it? Pure evil. And don't get me started on trying to send a simple file between devices—apparently easier than putting humans on Mars, yet somehow still impossible without sacrificing a mechanical keyboard to the tech gods. My personal favorite: web developers somehow making simple text and images consume more memory than the entire Apollo mission. Because nothing says "modern web" like needing 16GB of RAM to read a recipe.

That feeling of pure triumph when your WebSockets actually work in production is *chef's kiss*. After days of watching connection errors pile up like dirty dishes, debugging CORS issues that make no logical sense, and frantically Googling "why WebSocket connection closed code 1006" at 2AM, you finally see that beautiful open connection. It's like finding a unicorn riding a rainbow—theoretically possible but rarely witnessed in the wild. The sweet victory of real-time data flowing seamlessly between your front and back end makes you want to raise your arms in triumph like you just conquered the entire internet. Until tomorrow when it randomly disconnects again for absolutely no reason.

Nothing quite captures the murderous rage of losing an hour of unsaved work like this. "It'll be easier the second time" is the corporate equivalent of "the beatings will continue until morale improves." Sure, I'll just recreate that perfect code I wrote from memory—right after I finish plotting my revenge against whoever designed this VPN connection. The only thing "easier" the second time is knowing exactly how many expletives fit into a 60-second rant.