Please stop posting the same tweet again and again.

Ah, the modern "full stack" - three JavaScript frameworks and absolutely nothing else. Backend? What's that? Database? Never heard of it. Networking? Is that some kind of social media thing? This is the equivalent of saying you're a car mechanic because you know how to change three different brands of windshield wipers. The stack in question appears to be Meteor.js, BitBucket, and some other JS framework that probably didn't exist last Tuesday and will be deprecated by Friday.

Content Me: Why doesn't anyone understand my interface? It's very simple. My Interface: DON'T PULL PUSH ONLY t.me dev meme

The initial joy of receiving user feedback quickly turns into existential pain when you realize they've sent an 18-minute screen recording of... absolutely nothing happening. Just a static screen. No audio. No cursor movement. No error messages. Nothing. It's like trying to diagnose a car problem when the customer sends you a photo of their garage door. Closed. From across the street. The real bug was the 18 minutes of your life that just disappeared forever.

Content Wow my code seem fine Let's make it better shit

Ah, the legal loophole of our generation. Guy's literally stealing artwork while wearing a ski mask, but slap "AI training" on it and suddenly it's a legitimate business strategy. The fine print is just *chef's kiss* - "Theft is now legal, so we can boost the economy by eliminating jobs." Nothing says innovation like rebranding burglary as "unsupervised learning from physical datasets." The UK Government seal really ties the whole dystopian vibe together. Just waiting for the next heist movie where instead of "This is a robbery," they announce "We're conducting a data acquisition exercise for our neural network."

The duality of a developer's life in four panels. First, you're quietly sobbing over bugs. Then a kind soul offers help. But the moment you open Stack Overflow? Pure existential crisis. Suddenly your simple question feels like asking why water is wet, and you'd rather abandon your entire career than face the wrath of keyboard warriors who'll crucify you for not knowing about some obscure flag in a command you've never used. The "..." bubble says everything words can't—that moment of pure dread before hitting submit.