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The Olympic sharpshooter progression we never knew we needed! First, we've got the elite marksman with VS Code - the precision tool for developers who want intellisense and pretty colors. Then there's Sublime Text - for the speed demons who think waiting 0.2 seconds for an IDE to load is basically eternity. But then... Notepad++ enters the chat. It's like bringing a Honda Civic to a Formula 1 race - somehow still has a cult following. And finally, the punchline - regular Windows Notepad. The coding equivalent of shooting with your eyes closed while facing backward. No syntax highlighting, no plugins, just pure text and tears. The weapon of choice for those who enjoy suffering or have a production emergency at 2 AM on a server with nothing else installed. And yes, we're deliberately not mentioning a certain editor that requires a PhD to exit. You know the one.

Buddy thinks he's using C++ in JavaScript because he's incrementing a variable with c++ in a for loop. That's like saying you're fluent in French because you can say "omelette du fromage." The bottom panel shows the appropriate response from seasoned developers - immediate physical violence. Nature is healing.

Why learn a language when you can spend 6 months mastering the art of avoiding it? That airplane making a complete U-turn away from "Learn Any Programming Language 100%" towards "Algorithms, DataStructures" is basically my career in a nutshell. Nothing says "professional developer" quite like knowing seventeen sorting algorithms but still Googling how to center a div. We're all just glorified detour enthusiasts with impostor syndrome and a Stack Overflow addiction.

The internet privacy battle in a nutshell. That sad little cookie complaining "no one accepts me anymore" is basically every tracking cookie since GDPR and privacy regulations kicked in. Meanwhile, we're all that naive adventurer saying "I accept you" without realizing we're being lured into a trap. Next thing you know, you've got fifty marketing emails, personalized ads for things you whispered about near your phone, and somehow Facebook knows you're pregnant before you do. Pro tip: That "Accept All" button might as well say "Please sell my soul to the data mining overlords." Just hit reject and move on with your life – unless you genuinely enjoy those eerily specific ads for things you Googled once three years ago.

Ah, the classic programmer paradox. You claim you don't have impostor syndrome while simultaneously providing irrefutable evidence that you do. It's like saying your code has no bugs while frantically hiding 47 console.log() statements and a TODO comment from 2019. This hits way too close to home. After 20 years in this industry, I still Google basic syntax while leading architecture meetings. We're all just that student who somehow got an honors diploma despite feeling completely illiterate in our own codebase. The difference is we don't sue about it - we just keep collecting those paychecks until someone figures out we're just sophisticated pattern matchers with caffeine dependencies.

Three hours of debugging only to discover the cache was laughing at you the whole time. That moment when you're ready to either put your head through the monitor or use that gun on your codebase. The worst part? You've made this exact mistake six times before and swore it would never happen again. Hard to look smart when your career is being derailed by a browser refresh button.