I Think They Must Hire Him

The ultimate security breach: using localhost as your demo environment. That "127.0.0.1:5500" address is just telling everyone you're developing on your own machine. It's like putting a "this is definitely not where I hide my spare key" sign on your doormat. The "BEFORE CSS" label is just the cherry on top of this unfinished masterpiece. At least no one can hack what they can't stand to look at.

Remember when "hacking" meant typing "eh" into Hotmail instead of spending 12 years learning advanced cryptography and neural network vulnerabilities? The 90s were wild—back when security was just a suggestion and the most sophisticated cyber attack was basically saying "please" to the server. Modern security pros looking at this are probably crying into their 64-character randomly generated passwords right now. Meanwhile, Microsoft was probably like "eh, good enough" when designing their authentication system. The golden age when you could become an elite hacker during your lunch break!

The tech evolution iceberg is the perfect personality test for developers. Started with Windows and macOS? Basic normie. Running Linux/Windows dual boot with Firefox? Congrats, you've achieved tech bro status. But the real fun starts when you hit the nerd level with Vim and full disk encryption. The basement dwellers are running custom kernels and using IRC like it's still 2005. "What messaging app do you use?" "Oh, just /bin/dash, you wouldn't understand." Then there's the glowie tier with encrypted GRUB and air-gapped machines. These folks compile their own compilers because they don't trust the ones that compiled the compilers. And finally, the ascended beings who've transcended physical hardware entirely. They probably run consciousness.sh directly on the universe's quantum fabric. The rest of us are just trying to remember our WiFi password.

Nothing quite like the primal rage of being denied permission to delete your own files on your own machine. The classic Windows permission dance: log in as admin, still get blocked, right-click, "Run as administrator," sacrifice a goat, perform a rain dance, and maybe— maybe —Windows will acknowledge your authority. Bonus points when you have to take ownership of files you already own. It's like having a butler who locks you out of your own kitchen because "sir doesn't have the proper credentials to operate the toaster."

The ultimate privacy solution: replace every Google service with Vim. Because nothing says "I value my digital freedom" like editing your emails with keyboard shortcuts that require a PhD to memorize. Want to check your calendar? Just type :calendar and pray you remember how to exit. Need directions? Good luck rendering Google Maps in ASCII. The irony of replacing ChatGPT with Vim is just *chef's kiss* - trading one text interface that understands you for one that makes you want to throw your computer out the window.

The eternal struggle of gaming platform authentication! Steam's session tokens are like diamonds - they last forever. You can abandon your PC for months, come back, and Steam's like "welcome back old friend!" Meanwhile, Epic Games Launcher treats your login credentials like they're written in disappearing ink. Two days away? "I've never met this man in my life." Their token expiration must be set to approximately 37 minutes. It's the digital equivalent of your grandmother forgetting who you are despite seeing you last weekend. The security engineer who configured Epic's token timeout was clearly traumatized by a session hijacking in a previous life. Or maybe they just really enjoy watching users type their passwords over and over and over again...