I've just wasted 2 hours fixing an issue with a GitLab CI YAML definition, all because of a single colon:

echo "Detected changes: compiling new locks"

I swear to god, whoever thought it is a good idea to use YAML for CI scripts should rot in hell.

That Microshit motherfucker, Windows 10, is constantly messing up AMD drivers by "updating them out".

I did a clean reinstall, moved past the retarded Crimson installer hanging up on branding components, and configured everything. I had to reboot, and that little twat of an OS prompted me with "just a second, Windows is updating" reboot screen, after which the drivers are fucked up again. And that is the second time it has done that.

I just had to move my screen back out of my punching radius, otherwise I would probably had to buy a new one.

Linux with GPU passthrough seems to be the only sane option theesedays.

Weirdest moment ever in a CS class:
Course on probabilistic theory. Excercise mentions something about balls in 4 hats. Prof starts to draw them on a chalkboard in a shape of upside down male genitalia. Before finishing the second one starts to giggle.

Dude is a 70 yo grandpa.

Do you know why you should never use grep when working with XML?

$ grep packet/> final.pdml
> *shit, that takes too long, ctrl+c*
$ du final.pdml
> 0 final.pdml

That's why.

My mom told me I can be anything, so I became a masochist.

A.k.a. how I started a career in software development.

What the person said:
"It's a good closed source solution."

What I've heard:
"It's an unstable piece of crap, developers of which are so embarrassed by their senseless efforts, that they don't want to show it to anybody."

Mental reprogramming vide Mr Robot.

From a co-worker:
That feeling of fear, when you gave your girlfriend the password to your PC, and after a few days she asks you "what's up with that 'sudo' thingy you type in all the time?"...

So I'm sitting on the toilet in my work, wondering how much time is left till I beat the specific impulse of a Raptor engine, and all of sudden the emergency allarms go off.

Weighting my options now: die in a fire or some kind of explosion, or go downstairs without ending *the thing*.

Dying Lannister-way or going out of the building and meeting my colleagues, with a very weird smile on my face.

...

I think I just discovered new levels of fast when it comes to using toilet paper.