At one point I was told that when you put on your jacket for the first cold day of the year, you find money in the pockets.

But all I keep finding is old rolls of dog poop bags.

Smoked a turkey breast for Thanksgiving. Came out pretty good.

this thing in programming when you’re not sure where to properly fix the problem and then you think about it like, where is the first point that bad data enters the system. what it is the entry point for the confusion. this is where you mend it

Everyone posting 30th anniversary dual senses and I'm just over here like:

Me:
*Does nothing*
*Does nothing*
*Does nothing*
*Starts something*

Them:
"You busy?"

Me:

What do we do after a really bad couple of weeks? We make bread.

I absolutely love that moment where you hand the system you've been building off to the designers for the first time and they immediately do something unexpected with it that isn't at all what it was made for, but, well, it kinda slaps.

Friendship broken with pumpkin coffee. Gingerbread coffee is my new best friend.

I'm going to start copy-pasting documentation into my own Google docs because I swear that shit just wipes itself from the internet periodically.

Everyone wants AI to write code for them, but I just want an AI that translates the compiler error to "You forgot the include, you donkey."