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Bad, Fucking, and Funny: There's a thing called "Rubber duck debugging" in which a programmer explains the code to a rubber duck in hopes of finding the bug Ultrafacts.tumblr.com ultrafacts tmblr.com ATultrafacts Source absorr Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I'm reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling "WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!" monobeartheater AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE kierenwalkerpds so that's the function of a rubber duck lifeofdavo ΑΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΑ cosrnos work at a startup and part of the onboarding package you get when you first start working here now includes a rubber duck. We also have a bigger version of the duck for the extra hard problems. Sometimes one duck doesn't cut it and you need to borrow your neighbors to get more ducks on the problem. One time we couldn't figure out why something wasn't working right so we assembled the counsel of ducks and by the grace of the Duck Gods were we able to finally come to a solution. These ducks have saved many lives and should be respected for the heroes they are. May the Duck Gods watch over you.
Bad, Fucking, and Funny: There's a thing called "Rubber duck
 debugging" in which a programmer
 explains the code to a rubber duck in
 hopes of finding the bug
 Ultrafacts.tumblr.com
 ultrafacts tmblr.com
 ATultrafacts
 Source
 absorr
 Some of you are reblogging because you
 think its funny that programmers would talk
 to ducks. I'm reblogging because I think its
 funny picturing a programmer explaining
 their code, realizing what they did when
 they explain the bad code, then grabbing
 the strangling the duck while yelling "WHY
 WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING
 BLIND!"
 monobeartheater
 AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU
 THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU
 FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS
 FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE
 WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT
 A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY
 FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR
 CODE
 kierenwalkerpds
 so that's the function of a rubber duck
 lifeofdavo
 ΑΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΛΑ
 cosrnos
 work at a startup and part of the
 onboarding package you get when you first
 start working here now includes a rubber
 duck. We also have a bigger version of the
 duck for the extra hard problems.
 Sometimes one duck doesn't cut it and you
 need to borrow your neighbors to get more
 ducks on the problem. One time we
 couldn't figure out why something wasn't
 working right so we assembled the counsel
 of ducks and by the grace of the Duck Gods
 were we able to finally come to a solution.
 These ducks have saved many lives and
 should be respected for the heroes they
 are.
May the Duck Gods watch over you.

May the Duck Gods watch over you.

Animals, Bones, and Drugs: Humans of New York 5 hrs "I used heroin for ten years. It wasn't a very good life, as you'd expect. I had my son taken from me. I lost my job at the Fiat factory. I spent all my time trying to find money, find dealers, and stay away from police. I hated myself. I couldn't face anyone. Then one day my friend's dog had puppies. I'd never had a dog before, but I always liked animals- so I told him to give me the smallest and ugliest one he had. The one nobody else wanted. And that's how I got Joe. Joe was the angel of my life. We understood each other. There was no need for words. He followed me around all the time. He slept next to me on the street. The moment I opened my eyes in the morning he would lick my face. He gave me self-esteem. I was a complete loser but at least I could take care of Joe. I could bring him to the park. I could bring him to the vet. I could raise enough money to get his medication. He's the reason I was finally able to quit heroin. Because if something happened to me, what would happen to him? So I got clean. It was hard but I got clean. Joe lived for another thirteen years. He got a tumor in 2012 and held on a few more months. I barely survived it. I was able to stay off drugs, but I promised myself that I'd never get another dog. It's just too painful. But two years ago I found Leica beneath a mobile home. She was all skin and bones. She'd been abandoned. I didn't have a choice. For the first few months I called her Joe. But I had to stop. Because Joe'ss gone. And the name doesn't really matter, anyway. It just matters that I love her." (Rome, Italy) i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story
Animals, Bones, and Drugs: Humans of New York
 5 hrs
 "I used heroin for ten years. It wasn't a very good life, as you'd expect. I had
 my son taken from me. I lost my job at the Fiat factory. I spent all my time
 trying to find money, find dealers, and stay away from police. I hated myself.
 I couldn't face anyone. Then one day my friend's dog had puppies. I'd never
 had a dog before, but I always liked animals- so I told him to give me the
 smallest and ugliest one he had. The one nobody else wanted. And that's
 how I got Joe. Joe was the angel of my life. We understood each other.
 There was no need for words. He followed me around all the time. He slept
 next to me on the street. The moment I opened my eyes in the morning he
 would lick my face. He gave me self-esteem. I was a complete loser but at
 least I could take care of Joe. I could bring him to the park. I could bring him
 to the vet. I could raise enough money to get his medication. He's the reason
 I was finally able to quit heroin. Because if something happened to me, what
 would happen to him? So I got clean. It was hard but I got clean. Joe lived
 for another thirteen years. He got a tumor in 2012 and held on a few more
 months. I barely survived it. I was able to stay off drugs, but I promised
 myself that I'd never get another dog. It's just too painful. But two years ago I
 found Leica beneath a mobile home. She was all skin and bones. She'd
 been abandoned. I didn't have a choice. For the first few months I called her
 Joe. But I had to stop. Because Joe'ss gone. And the name doesn't really
 matter, anyway. It just matters that I love her."
 (Rome, Italy)
i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story

i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story