Read till the last! Never seen such poetic error message ever!

I work for an ISP and the fact that I have no internet feels like poetic fuckery...

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and the scum of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit
and it's filled with people who are filled with shit

and it goes by the name of EU...

At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
making mockery of the vermin in the lower zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed...
by passing shit like article 11, 13, and 17.

for the corruption of men is as wondrous as Peru

so poetic

When the .min turns out beautifully poetic 😢👌💛

Some more of Stux's !dev pet peeves

1) Teenagers who comment shit like "I'm from the wrong generation" or "today's music is trash. This is real music" on songs from like the 70s and 80s. Like shut the fuck up. You can like whatever music you want, but your taste in music doesn't make you unique, so just shut the fuck up and listen to the music. I was jamming out to 70s and 80s when I was 9, so you aren't the first to enjoy older music at a young age
2) "Old heads" who comment shit like "this isn't real *genre*" on a new song that isnt like the older version of that genre. News flash: music fucking evolves. Just because that country song doesn't have a twangy guitar in it, that doesn't mean the song ain't country. Just because the rap song ain't some deep ass poetic shit, it doesn't make it any less of a rap song.
3) People who edit their comments on YouTube to say shit like "wow thanks for all the likes, I wasn't expecting this." Wooptie fucking doo. Your comment got a few thousand likes. Fun fact: those likes are meaningless.
4) Humidity. Fuck that shit man.
5) General education classes. They're a fucking pain in the ass man. Like im 98% confident I don't need art history in the real world. Or mythology. "tHeY tEaCh YoU tO lEaRn." Teach me to learn in degree specific classes then. At least their content will be interesting to me.

My name is Stuxnet. Thanks for coming to my TED talk again.

!dev

So, Boris Johnson just got moved to intensive care. Fucking poetic Justice if I've ever seen it.

I was having this poetic exchange with the maintainer of a vscode extension.
I guess he didn't see it coming... 😛👨‍💻

[!dev]
Today I learned that although the frequency unit Hertz is named after a person, the German name for heart - the most human example of a periodic system - is also Herz, pronounced the same.

Write poetic codes, so beautiful that people find it guilty to touch it

Walking home from work gracefully,
minding my own business.

Swinging my umbrella gracefully,
With a slight crack of a grin on my face.

THEN THIS DUDE TRIES TO TAKE MY PHONE OUT OF MY POCKET! Non-gracefully!

Fuck poetic Justice, he ruined my happy thoughts,
I was planning an authentication decorator for a project am in love with
And the code was beautiful.

The phone fell on a wet footpath in the struggle,
Now my umbrella has mud on it!

So pissed!

Murder I can understand and sometimes even empathize with. Yes, it wasn’t up to you to decide who lives and who doesn’t, but here is something poetic, albeit grim, in having revenge against those who made (the best time of) your life miserable. Yes, you should appear before the court of law, but at the very least you’re still a human being.

But if you’re a school shooter who kills indiscriminately, you don’t deserve the air you breathe. You’re lower than the dirtiest pedophile. I don’t consider you a human at all. I’m against the death penalty, but you should be put down like a rabid animal.

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