Just Two More Plugins

Someone really went to the DMV, waited in line for approximately seventeen eternities, filled out government paperwork, paid actual money, and slapped "VIM BTW" on their license plate just to let every single person on the highway know they use Vim. This is the vehicular equivalent of the "I use Arch btw" energy, except now you're broadcasting your superior text editor choice at 65 mph. The commitment is honestly chef's kiss – imagine tailgating this person and suddenly feeling inadequate because you're still using VS Code like some kind of peasant. They've weaponized their car into a mobile flex that screams "I exit my editor correctly on the first try" to everyone stuck behind them in traffic.

Money? Barely registers. Status? Mildly interesting. But successfully exiting Vim without Googling the command? Now we're talking god-tier dopamine. And fixing a critical bug minutes before deployment while your PM breathes down your neck? That's the kind of rush that makes you feel like you just defused a bomb with a paperclip and pure spite. The hierarchy of programmer satisfaction is truly bizarre. We'll ignore our bank accounts and LinkedIn notifications, but the moment that production bug gets squashed at 11:58 PM with a midnight deadline, suddenly we're invincible. Who needs a raise when you have the raw power of :wq ?

The evolutionary stages of developer brain expansion! Starting with the humble Notepad (barely firing neurons), progressing to VS Code (some decent neural activity), then leveling up to Vim (significant brain illumination), and finally reaching enlightenment with a custom text editor you built yourself. It's the coding equivalent of going from crawling to building your own rocket ship. The true mark of a developer isn't the code they write, but how unnecessarily complex they've made their text editing experience!

The rare sighting of a programming purist in the wild! This developer has achieved mythical status by rejecting all modern conveniences: No cursor? Check. No AI assistants? Check. No search engine? Check. Just a human, a rusty ThinkPad, Vim, man pages, and Arch Linux. This is like watching someone hunt with a sharpened stick while everyone else uses rifles. Either this person is the final boss of programming or they're just showing off their digital masochism in public. The "psychopath" label is just what normal devs call someone who makes them feel guilty about their 57 Chrome tabs of Stack Overflow answers.

Remember when programmers were basically digital demigods who could craft mission-critical code for lunar missions without breaking a sweat? Yeah, me neither. Today's reality is more like staring blankly at a screen, asking ChatGPT to fix our semicolon errors while we're trapped in Vim because apparently that's still a thing in 2024. And let's not forget the classic "fix one bug, spawn three more" - nature's way of keeping us humble. The golden age of programming never existed. We just replaced "I don't know how to do this" with "I don't know how to ask AI to do this for me."

You survived the holy wars. You chose your side between Vim and Emacs, defended your position in countless forum threads, and maybe even lost a few friends along the way. You emerged victorious, battle-hardened, with muscle memory so ingrained you accidentally type :wq in Slack messages. And now? Now you watch in horror as junior devs casually write code in Cursor—an AI-powered editor that's basically VS Code on steroids with ChatGPT whispering sweet autocomplete nothings. They don't even know what modal editing is. They've never had to exit Vim. They just... vibe . The war veteran's nightmare: realizing the next generation doesn't even know there was a war. They're out here letting AI write their functions while you're still doing ciw like it's 1991. Progress feels like betrayal sometimes.