Bits. Bits and pieces. Bits and Bytes. I see the spinner whilst it compiles. Waiting. Chunks of code. Bits and pieces. My mind reduced to machinery; logic; harsh, rude and singular truth.
I type. I save. I press the button. I watch the spinner.
Code lights up as exceptions are thrown. Thrown exceptions, breaking the code in bits and pieces. Like a CPU, my mind goes into overdrive, heating up ever so slightly. Where did I go wrong, what did I do wrong. I think, I linger.
I type. I save. I press the button. I watch the spinner.
“It works for me”, “Not enough information”, “By Design”. Writing on the interwebs can only answer my lingering questions so much. Piece by piece I will find the solution and write the code, from mind to machinery.
I type. I save. I want to press the button
My mind wanders and I am lost.
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Bits. And pieces.
Bits. Bits and pieces. Bits and Bytes. I see the spinner whilst it compiles. Waiting. Chunks of code. Bits and pieces. My mind reduced to machinery; logic; harsh, rude and singular truth.
I type. I save. I press the button. I watch the spinner.
Code lights up as exceptions are thrown. Thrown exceptions, breaking the code in bits and pieces. Like a CPU, my mind goes into overdrive, heating up ever so slightly. Where did I go wrong, what did I do wrong. I think, I linger.
I type. I save. I press the button. I watch the spinner.
“It works for me”, “Not enough information”, “By Design”. Writing on the interwebs can only answer my lingering questions so much. Piece by piece I will find the solution and write the code, from mind to machinery.
I type. I save. I want to press the button
My mind wanders and I am lost.