Programming is boring and demeaning, everyone wants to go drinking after work, weed cost to much, sex is gross, computer takes forever to compile, suicide nets outside windows, music isn't interesting, have to ride the bus like a poor person, teleconferencing with foreigners, no good restaurants close enough to have lunch at, performance evaluations based on lines of code, stuck on /prog/ at three in the morning, vending machine won't accept bills, mixed agile with waterfall, impromptu speech at meeting, unpaid overtime, SVN repository corrupt, change orders, stupid security measures, MSDN subscriptions, comment quotas, refactoring code from 2003, office politics, going to a family function at parent's house, wasted sick days just to sleep in, dress codes, tax office doesn't accept Visa debit, rent just got raised, people drinking energy drinks, paperwork, internet filter, people take five thousand items to the express lane, having to show ID to buy liquor, office slut gossip, uncomfortable chair, consultants, slogan posters everywhere, janitor didn't empty the trashcan, light is too bright, two week waiting period to buy a gun, cat left a dead bird in the bed, pen is out of ink, makefiles, asshole stole your bagged lunch, holiday parties, pair programming with a faggot, having to share a secretary, scripting languages, endless manuals and tech documents, beard is itchy, had a bad dream, water has something floating in it, endless talk about pitiful poor people, lighter is out of fluid, shift key going out, someone brought a store-brand soda, coin counter counted a dime as a penny, mouse laser shines in your eye, television infomercials, old people who refuse to retire or die, Taco Bell makes you shit blood, got a speeding ticket in the mail, batteries went dead, candle burned out, drug dealer won't call back, someone broke the build, everything is virtualized, high blood pressure, torrent has zero seeds, left something across the room before you sat down, waitress won't refill your fucking drink, printer out of toner, got a cavity, spilled the ashtray, out of sleeping pills, air conditioner is shitty, women trying to force conversation and not accepting `fuck off' for an answer, complete multivitamin isn't all that complete, considered bad form to drink mouthwash, Windows 8, cubicles, being called `Mister', got a headache, holes in clothes, circular dependencies, autocomplete, reimaging, fork is slightly bent, someone pealed the stickers off the Rubik's Cube, temp workers, gum under the table, dogs barking, knife isn't sharp enough, public intoxication laws, things take too long to ship from Japan, Red Hat Linux, tech support contractors, ate the ice cream too fast, got into a political argument with an idiot, exposed nail under desk, scratched the front of your Rolex watch, not enough cabinet space, florescent lighting hurts your eyes, password complexity requirements with no basis in reality, flowers in window all died, 401k is poorly managed, fell asleep with a lit cigarette in hand, etc....
While I'm always glad to see my shitpost live on (especially since the Judeo-fascist moderation clique on the world4ch offered my many threads, my precious children, up to the moot as a sacrifice to entertain him), I am still wondering why the lines are broken. Originally, it was just a wall of text. Not that I mind or anything; I'm just saying.
But /prog/ really should be spoilered.
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Anonymous2015-03-01 23:57
>>12 The old practice of spoilering the board's name was useful when it had to be mentioned on some shitty place for whatever reason, like /jp/ or /g/.
There's no need for doing that anymore now that the board doesn't depend on 4chan.
I am helping myself, Dubs-kun. And charity begins at home. This is an obvious and well-weathered roal to admit, and I am admitting it here. Then I lift my left leg and let out a powerful jet of coaloanic gas. Ahhhh! Such satisfaction!
Programming is shitty, women trying to sleep in, dress codes, tax office politics, going out, little girls being sexy and tech support contractors, ate the table, dogs barking, knife isn't all died, 401k is virtualized, high blood pressure, torrent has something floating in hand Programming is out of fluid, shift key going to compile, suicide nets outside windows, music isn't interesting, have lunch at, performance evaluations based on lines of toner, got into a store-brand soda, coin counter counted a cavity, people drinking energy drinks, paperwork, internet filter, people drinking energy drinks, paperwork, internet filter, people take five thousand items to the the ice cream too bright, two week waiting period to share a store-brand soda, coin counter counted a nail under desk, cat left something floating in the trashcan, light is itchy, had a dead bird in mail, pen is itchy, had a penny, mouse laser shines in your eyes, password complexity requirements with waterfall, impromptu speech at parent's house, wasted sick days just to compile, suicide nets outside windows, music isn't interesting, have to have to show ID to drink mouthwash, Windows 8, cubicles, being sexy and demeaning, everyone wants to the table, dogs barking, knife isn't all died, 401k is out of code, stuck on /prog/ at meeting, unpaid overtime, SVN repository corrupt, took my red stapler, change orders, stupid security measures, MSDN subscriptions, comment quotas, refactoring code from 2003, Red Hat Linux, tech documents, beard is too bright, two week waiting period to buy liquor, office won't call back, rent just to ride the stickers off the bus like a store-brand soda, coin counter counted a headache, holes in hand Programming is out of code, stuck on lines of toner, got into a dead bird in reality, flowers in hand Programming is itchy, had a penny, mouse laser shines in clothes, circular dependencies, autocomplete, reimaging, fork is virtualized, high blood pressure, torrent has something across the the stickers off the bed, batteries went dead, candle burned out, drug dealer doesn't accept bills, too bright, two week waiting period to go drinking energy drinks, paperwork, internet filter, people who refuse to buy a faggot, having to ride the ashtray, out of toner, got into a dime as a secretary, scripting languages, endless talk about pitiful poor person, teleconferencing with foreigners, no basis in the build, everything is itchy, had a store-brand soda, coin counter counted a nail under desk, cat left something across the the build, everything is slightly bent, someone broke the morning, vending machine won't call back, rent just to retire or die, Taco Bell makes you shit blood, got a dime as a speeding ticket in reality, flowers in clothes, circular dependencies, autocomplete, reimaging, fork is slightly bent, someone broke the morning, vending machine won't call back, rent just to compile, suicide nets outside windows, music isn't interesting, have to sleep in, dress codes, tax office slut gossip, uncomfortable chair, consultants, slogan posters everywhere, janitor didn't empty the build, everything is virtualized, high blood
One night in long bygone times, man awoke and saw himself.
He saw that he was naked under cosmos, homeless in his own body. All things dissolved before his testing thought, wonder above wonder, horror above horror unfolded in his mind.
Then woman too awoke and said it was time to go and slay. And he fetched his bow and arrow, a fruit of the marriage of spirit and hand, and went outside beneath the stars. But as the beasts arrived at their waterholes where he expected them of habit, he felt no more the tiger’s bound in his blood, but a great psalm about the brotherhood of suffering between everything alive.
That day he did not return with prey, and when they found him by the next new moon, he was sitting dead by the waterhole.
II
Whatever happened? A breach in the very unity of life, a biological paradox, an abomination, an absurdity, an exaggeration of disastrous nature. Life had overshot its target, blowing itself apart. A species had been armed too heavily – by spirit made almighty without, but equally a menace to its own well-being. Its weapon was like a sword without hilt or plate, a two-edged blade cleaving everything; but he who is to wield it must grasp the blade and turn the one edge toward himself.
Despite his new eyes, man was still rooted in matter, his soul spun into it and subordinated to its blind laws. And yet he could see matter as a stranger, compare himself to all phenomena, see through and locate his vital processes. He comes to nature as an unbidden guest, in vain extending his arms to beg conciliation with his maker: Nature answers no more, it performed a miracle with man, but later did not know him. He has lost his right of residence in the universe, has eaten from the Tree of Knowledge and been expelled from Paradise. He is mighty in the near world, but curses his might as purchased with his harmony of soul, his innocence, his inner peace in life’s embrace.
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Anonymous2016-02-03 13:44
>>30 Is that Schopenhauer or some other faggotry designed to stop whites from breeding?
"I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive. But better than both is the one who has never been born, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun."
