Freakin Antivirus: The Unexpected Executioner

Oh HONEY! Why settle for boring old robots.txt when you can have clankers.txt guarding your website?! 💅 The absolute AUDACITY of using the standard file name when you could be SERVING DRAMA with a Star Wars prequel reference! This is the web crawling equivalent of showing up to a costume party in a store-bought outfit when you could've SLAYED in full Separatist battle droid couture! The search engines will be GAGGED!

The duality of the paranoid developer! First panel: frantically hunting through VS Code settings to disable Microsoft's telemetry like a digital privacy crusader. Matrix-style background because we're obviously elite hackers protecting our precious code snippets and search history. Second panel: immediately surrendering all that privacy by activating GitHub Copilot, which sends your entire codebase to Microsoft's servers for analysis. It's like installing a security system on your front door while leaving the back door wide open with a neon sign saying "FREE DATA HERE!" The true irony? We'll spend hours configuring privacy settings but won't hesitate for a second to let an AI see our embarrassingly commented code if it saves us from writing another boring CRUD function. Privacy principles

The digital resistance has begun! This dev is proudly weaponizing their garbage code as a form of technological sabotage against AI overlords. By releasing horrific spaghetti code into the wild, they're essentially feeding poison to the machine learning models that scrape GitHub for training data. It's like deliberately contaminating the water supply, except the victims are neural networks and the poison is nested if-statements that go 17 levels deep. Chaotic evil programming at its finest!

The conspiracy theorist's guide to programming languages. While everyone's worried about memory leaks, the real threat is corporate control. C remains the last bastion of freedom in a world where tech giants puppeteer our code. Rust? A Google puppet. JavaScript? FAANG's playground. Meanwhile, C sits there with its pointer arithmetic and segfaults saying "at least I'll let you shoot yourself in the foot with complete freedom ." The tinfoil hat comes with every compiler installation.

When your Steam account gets hacked, support suddenly morphs into The Undertaker coming for the hacker's soul. That moment when Valve's customer service transforms from "we'll get back to you in 2-3 business years" to "we've tracked their IP address and dispatched a team." Nothing motivates a company like someone messing with their payment methods.

THE ABSOLUTE BETRAYAL of your own brain when you return from vacation! There you are, staring at the login screen for the tool you've supposedly used EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of your professional existence, and suddenly—POOF!—your password has vanished from your memory like it was thrown into the fires of Mount Doom! Your fingers hover over the keyboard in a pathetic dance of desperation while your colleagues watch your soul leave your body. The walk of shame to IT for a password reset is the modern developer's walk of atonement. And don't even get me started on when you finally get in and can't remember how a single function works! The AUDACITY of our brains to take PTO when we do!