#Software Developer

[moose-mousse]

Ok. I am going to let you in on a secret about how to make programming projects.

You know how people write really good code? Easy to read, easy to work with, easy to understand and very efficient?

By refactoring.

The idea that you write glorious nice code straight is an insane myth that comes from thinking tutorials is how people actually code.

That is because programming is just writing. Nothing more. Same as all other writing.

The hobbit is ~95000 words.

Do you think Tolkien created the Hobbit by writing 95 thousand words?

Of course not! He wrote many many times that. Storylines that ended up scrapped or integrated in other ways, sections that got rewritten, dialog written again and again as the rest of the story happened. Background details filled in after the story had settled down

Writing. Is. Rewriting.

Coding. Is. Refactoring.

Step 1 in programming is proof of concept. Start with the most dangerous part of your project ( danger = how little experience you have with it * how critical it is for your project to work )

Get it to do... anything.

Make proof of concept code for all the most dangerous parts of the project. Ideally there is only 1 of these. If there is more than 3 then your project is too big. ( yes, this means your projects needs to be TINY )

Then write and refactor code to get a minimum viable pruduct. It should do JUUUUUST the most important critical things.

Now you have a proper codebase. Now everytime you need to expand or fix things, also refactor the code you touch in order to do this. Make it a little bit nicer and better. Write unit tests for it. The works.

After a while, the code that works perfectly and never needs to be touched is hard to read. Which does not matter because you will never read it

And the code that you need to change often is the nicest code in the codebase.

TRYING TO GUESS AHEAD OF TIME WHAT PARTS OF THE CODE WILL BE CHANGED OFTEN IS A FOOLS ERRAND.

( also, use git. Dear god use git and commit no more than 10 lines at once and write telling descriptions for each. GIT shows WHAT you did. YOU write WHY you did it )

Is this how to make your hobby project?

Yes. And also how all good software everywhere is made.

[fullstackonion]

It's Definitely Love

**☀️ An Afternoon Ramble — End-of-Day Edition**

**One More Trip Around the Sun, and Still Rambling**

It’s been a good day. A fun one, actually.

There was cake (always a win), places were visited, memories were made, and time—somehow—kept ticking in the softest, kindest way. I aged a little today. Just a tiny plus-one in the grand adventure around the sun. And I got to spend it with people I love, and yes—my cats, too, who seemed particularly generous with their affection this morning. (Suspicious. But welcome.)

And now, before the day folds itself into quiet, as promised… I’m posting this final installment. The last little piece of the arc. A sort of *epilogue*, if you will.

I love that I can just post what I like here. That this space, in all its softness, lets me be honest. Lets me *breathe*. Lets me tuck my thoughts in among all the noise of the internet and say, “Hey, this made me feel something. Maybe it will for you, too.”

Maybe you don’t *really* care about what happened in my day—and that’s fair! But thank you for putting up with me anyway. For letting me ramble. For giving me room to be light and a little sentimental and maybe even a bit poetic when I’m feeling brave enough to let it show.

Anyway. Rambling. Sorry. (I warned you.)

This last post… it’s a quiet one. A winding-down kind of post. I found a bunch of cutie little pictures that felt just *right*—not perfect, but almost enough to match the feeling I was chasing while writing. Almost like the story wrapped itself around the pictures. Funny how that happens sometimes.

So here it is.

The final part.

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed making it.

As always—thank you.

For reading. For being here. For letting me share.

Take what you want, if it speaks to you. I don’t mind.

All my love,

—T. 🤍

---

The Light We Carry

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft drip of coffee and the hush of morning rain against the Roman windowpanes. Aldo stood barefoot in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, stirring a pot with one hand and holding a chipped espresso cup in the other.

It still didn’t feel real.

The night before played again in flashes—his hand on the doorknob, the way Goffredo looked at him, the way neither of them had to say anything before everything changed.

They had kissed. Again. And again. Until words folded under breath and the apartment, for the first time in years, felt like it had been built to house two.

Aldo smiled to himself, shaking his head.

The door buzzer broke the reverie.

He set down his cup, padded to the intercom, and pressed the button. “Come in.”

Moments later, the front door creaked open and Giulio’s voice rang through the apartment like a trumpet.

“You didn’t lock it. Bold.”

Raymond followed behind, carrying a bakery bag. “Don’t act surprised. He’s domesticated now.”

Giulio smirked as he stepped inside, scanning the space with casual mischief. “Smells like fresh coffee and sin. What did we miss?”

Before Aldo could answer, a door creaked down the hall.

And there he was—Goffredo Tedesco, emerging from the bedroom in rumpled black pajamas and bare feet, blinking against the light. His glasses were slightly crooked. Hair even more unruly than usual.

He said nothing.

Just crossed the room, straight to Aldo, and without a word, wrapped his arms around him.

“Wait—” Aldo whispered under his breath, eyes flicking nervously toward the door. “We have company—Goffredo—wait—”

But Goffredo wasn’t listening. He pressed a kiss to Aldo’s cheek, then his neck, then his shoulder—slow, deliberate, affectionate—half-asleep and entirely unconcerned.

“Buongiorno,” he murmured into Aldo’s collar.

A loud, deliberate ahem cut through the moment.

They both turned—

Just in time to see Goffredo freeze, lips still near Aldo’s collar.

“I told you,” Aldo whispered, barely containing his laughter. “We have company.”

Giulio stood with one eyebrow raised. “Don’t let us interrupt.”

Goffredo blinked. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Raymond was already pouring coffee. “Clearly.”

Aldo, red to the tips of his ears, gently untangled himself, though not without brushing his fingers against Goffredo’s hand before letting go.

Goffredo, now slightly more awake, straightened his glasses and muttered, “I thought I had more time before the teasing started.”

Giulio flopped onto the couch. “No, you’re just in love.”

Raymond handed him a mug. “Give him a break. They’re still in the honeymoon phase.”

Goffredo took the mug with a quiet laugh, then looked around at the cozy mess of breakfast prep, the open windows, the soft hum of a city waking up.

“Is this like... a thing?” he asked, gesturing vaguely—he meant the weekly breakfast at Aldo’s place.

Giulio leaned back. “It is now.”

Raymond added, “It always was, kind of.”

Thomas arrived just then, slightly breathless and juggling a paper bag and his phone. “Sorry—overslept. The rain—” He stopped short, sniffing the air. “Wait. Is that actual food?”

Giulio looked at him sideways, teasing. “So… spent the night at Vincent’s then?”

Thomas, distracted and typing something on his phone, barely looked up. “Yeah—he said it was too late to walk back in the rain, and honestly, I was already halfway asleep.”

Silence.

His fingers froze mid-text. He blinked. Looked up. “Wait—what?”

Giulio didn’t even flinch. “Because of the rain,” he said smoothly. “Seemed like a long walk back.”

Thomas hesitated. “He… insisted I stay. Said it was late.”

Aldo’s head turned slowly. “Vincent?”

Goffredo, sipping his coffee, lifted a brow. “Vincenzo?”

Thomas opened his mouth, closed it again, then finally sighed as a blush crept to his ears. “It’s... recent. I didn’t think anyone had noticed.”

“Oh, we noticed,” Giulio said smugly.

Raymond patted Thomas on the back, grinning. “Don’t worry. You're in good company.”

Aldo raised an eyebrow, still in amused disbelief. “Is everyone dating someone in the Curia?”

Thomas mumbled, “Apparently.”

Aldo shook his head, laughing. “I need stronger coffee.”

They all laughed—easy, warm, the kind that fills a room from the inside out.

Across the street, the bells of Santa Maria in Trastevere began to chime.
The day had only just begun.

[izicodes]

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They even have prep courses for the exam! 🤗✨

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Hope this helps someone out there, I will be trying it out and seeing how it goes! 👍🏾

[yourdailyqueer]

Emma Haruka Iwao

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: Born 1984

Ethnicity: Japanese

Occupation: Computer scientist

Note: In 2019 Haruka Iwao calculated the then world record for most accurate value of pi. Record was surpassed in 2020. She reclaimed the record in 2022 with 100 trillion digits

[bununiii]

i talk about my bf likes he’s my trophy wife i’ll be like “look at this hot piece of ass” and it’s a tall skinny software developer with glasses and the mulletstache combo. wow .

[leoreadss]

Hi lovely people

I need help!

I'm a web/software developer. I'm autistic and one of my biggest difficulties is not being able to describe myself. I'd need to make a portfolio of my projects, describe myself, and let people know who they're hiring but the 'About' page is empty.

But how do you do that? How do you describe yourself? What's important? What's not?

Need help from autistic and neurotypical people.

[a-fox-studies]

LOOK WHO'S BACKKKKKK

September 23, 2023 • Sunday

Hello, I have returned (sort of). I'm feeling a lot better, my flares have died down so I was a little motivated.

I didn't do much today — I had guests over so I chiller with them for bit, then sat down to practice some UI building!

Im building a calculator and used the actual calculator of my phone as a reference and a little help from @asterisquue. Honestly, I think I did a pretty good job! (It took me 3 hours)

🎧 Starlight — Taylor Swift

[theeclecticlibrary]

One of the most intimidating and also scariest facts I've been coming to terms with is how true that one xkcd comic is about how many people & libraries are reliant on some package that has been thanklessly maintained by one person in Nebraska since 2003.

In an entirely unrelated discovery, I learned today that tmux (you know, that one terminal multiplexer that is used by god knows how many people) is functionally maintained & developed by one dude, Nicholas Marriott, who was the original creator of the program back in 2007. There is a contribution guide, and he does have a list of recommended issues to work on. So, if you're looking for an open source project to contribute to, and you use tmux, consider :)

[identificator]

Вчера было 12 апреля. День, когда человечество вспоминает, как Юрий Гагарин осмелился преодолеть гравитацию, выйти в открытый космос, как команда выдающихся советских инженеров спроектировала этот великий полет. Сегодня под моими пальцами рождается не просто звук — эхо звёзд, металлический шелест, будто миллионы крошечных колокольчиков звенят где-то на орбите гранулярной модуляцией. Это - не ноты, это - частицы космоса. Я синтезирую поведение звука, настраивая его как систему, которая может существовать автономно. Патч развивается сам, как маленькая галактика, в которой свои звуковые законы, своя логика тяготения. Я представляю, как мы выглядим снаружи — точка света на краю спирали, вращающаяся в тишине. И всё же мы здесь, на Земле. Думаем, создаём, ищем. Запускаем не только спутники, но и мысли. Каждая строка программного кода — это тоже полёт, только не тела, а разума. Музыка и код — это разные способы обращения к неизведанному. Способы задать вопрос, на который Вселенная может не ответить. *** English version

Yesterday was April 12th — the day humanity remembers how Yuri Gagarin dared to defy gravity, to step into outer space, how a team of brilliant Soviet engineers designed that legendary flight.

Today, under my fingers, it’s not just sound that’s born — it’s the echo of the stars, a metallic shimmer, like millions of tiny bells ringing somewhere in orbit through granular modulation. These aren't notes — they are particles of the cosmos.

I synthesize the behavior of sound, tuning it like a system that can exist autonomously. The patch evolves on its own, like a small galaxy with its own sonic laws, its own gravity.

I imagine how we must look from the outside — a point of light on the edge of a spiral, spinning in silence. And yet, we are here, on Earth. Thinking, creating, searching. Launching not just satellites, but thoughts.

Every line of code is also a flight — not of the body, but of the mind. Music and code are different ways of reaching into the unknown.

Ways of asking a question the Universe may never answer.

[stimuwrite]

Hi

Hi! I'm Eve Harms aka "that clown goddess", writer, zinester, and creator of tools and apps including the stimulating writing app StimuWrite. I know there are a bunch of writers on here who use the program, so I'm hoping to be able to reach some of y'all to let you know about updates, new themes, and other fun stuff related to the project.

Also, I make zines, art, and other precious things, and maybe people here would like those too. I'm not really sure what to expect out of making a tumblr, I used to have a blog on here a long time ago, but I'm sure things have changed quite a bit. I guess we'll see.

If what I do sounds interesting at all, please give me a follow!

[moose-mousse]

Ice cold take from a decade ago!

"Quality gates are either automatically tool enforced, or they are imaginary"

I am fairly confident in stating that. Because if you claim that your developers will follow the quality gate on their own, you are saying that your people are better developers than the 40 people who got Curiosity to Mars. In this talk by Gerard Holzmann: https://www.usenix.org/conference/hotdep12/workshop-program/presentation/holzmann He shows data, that the programmers who have the highest success rates with rovers on mars, by a LONG shot, do not follow quality gates that was not enforced. So they tested EVERYTHING. To NASA level standards. One of the highest in the world. They made a HUGE codebase. VERY fast. And it was VERY safe. ... and it was cheap. Because clean code is easy to change and easy to write in. And when you get tested seven ways to hell every day, then you have to write robust code. Turns out robust code and testable code is basically the same thing. ALL of the software for that, was written by 40 people. It was CHEAP. So cheap that they barely appeared in the budget. And yet it was tested inside and out constantly and quality gates was enforced with systems

So when your workplace claims that it is simply too expensive to automate the quality gates. Then inform them that it is too expensive to NOT enforce them.

[fullstackonion]

Evening Rambles

Evening Ramble | Lover’s Spat Edition (Bellesco Married Era – Installment No. 3)

Today has been both scalding hot and raining. At the same time.

It’s Saturday. Supposed to be chill.

Supposed to be the kind of day you spend playing PC games and sipping something cold while the AC hums comfort into the room.

But no.

The heat is disrespectful, the air conditioner is basically whispering lukewarm encouragement, and the sky can’t decide if it wants to roast us alive or soak us in apology. Welcome to the rainy season, except not really—climate change said, “Plot twist.”

Anyway!! I’m rambling again (what’s new), sorry sorry. I try not to, I swear I do.

I was actually supposed to post this around midday today but I got caught up in corporate slave things (ew). Weekly reports, tracker updates, some very non-romantic spreadsheets—yeah, that kind of vibe. The usual chaos dressed in semi-formal business font.

Also prepped a bit for mass tomorrow—gotta make sure the notes are tight and tidy. We do not want to annoy… people. My officiating priest. I don’t know them. 😅 But you know, just being a responsible church kid or whatever.

Anyway anyway—thank you again if you’re here and following along. You already know what I always say:

The picture tells the story more than I ever could.

So here’s the 3rd installment of the Bellesco Married Era.

We’re calling this one the Lover’s Spat Edition™ — because even cardinals in love get into quiet cold wars and emotionally-charged silences.

They’re dramatic. They’re complicated. They’re so painfully soft and stupid about each other it hurts.

And I love that for them. And for me. And for all of us watching.

Catch you soon for the next one. Probably when the AC decides to cooperate.

👀✨

The Way The Rain Stayed

Rome hadn’t changed. But the feeling of it had.

The days after the party blurred into a steady hum of routine. Aldo tried—he truly did. Goffredo saw the effort in small ways: a hand on the small of his back while passing, a look that lingered a second longer than necessary. But it wasn’t consistent. Not the way it had been, just briefly, when things were new.

And Thomas was always there.

Not inappropriately. Not even with intent. But he was there—and Aldo, for all his supposed discretion, seemed to always forget how careful Goffredo had to be.

How invisible he sometimes had to be.

At dinners, at meetings, in passing conversations—Thomas made Aldo laugh, really laugh. Goffredo would be seated two places away, unnoticed, smiling politely. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask. But he watched.

The doubt didn’t arrive like a storm. It came in like the tide. Quiet, slow, steady.

Until it was everywhere.

He told Aldo he was cutting his leave short.

“Venice needs me,” he said, as he folded his shirts into his suitcase, avoiding Aldo’s eyes.

“Everything alright?” Aldo asked, brow furrowed.

“Just a few things I need to tend to. An old matter.”

Aldo didn’t press. Goffredo wished he had.

He left the next morning with a kiss to the cheek and a small smile, as if nothing was broken, nothing shaken. He made it to the train before he let his shoulders fall.

Now, back in Venice, he sat curled on his sofa, wrapped in too many layers, the windows fogged, the air still damp from last night’s rain.

There were unread papers on the table. A half-full mug of tea beside them. The silence wasn’t peaceful today. It echoed.

He didn’t cry. Goffredo wasn’t the kind to cry. But the weight pressed on him in other ways.

He sat like that for hours, unmoving. Like stillness could soothe what presence could not.

Outside, the bells of Santa Maria echoed faintly through the mist.

He remembered how Aldo once said Venice always smelled like stories waiting to be told. And maybe it did. But today, it just smelled like rain. Like the kind of goodbye you don’t say out loud, because saying it would make it real.

He thought of writing. Of calling. Of giving Aldo some small sign that he was just tired, not gone. But his phone stayed untouched on the table, and the words never came.

Because the truth was… he didn’t know what to say.

He didn’t want an apology. He didn’t even want proof.

He just wanted to be remembered before the forgetting began.

And somewhere between the steam of the tea and the silence of the flat, Goffredo realized something that sat heavy in the gut:

Maybe this—

this quiet return, this too-soon departure, this ache tucked beneath duty—was the beginning of the end.

He hadn't meant to leave for good.

But he hadn’t meant to stay for this, either.

So he stayed seated in the hush of the room, not mourning something lost, but bracing for the moment he’d have to admit it was.

[izicodes]

I met with old secondary school mates today at my church and when it was my turn to explain what I do as a job, they were like “HUH? We thought you would be into fashion or something arty?!” Confused and shocked I’m into computer science! 😳

I want to push for ‘you can be a super girly pink lover hyper feminine fashion girl and still be into computer science’. Most of my projects are cutesy-pink stuff, occasionally I do other colour scheme and themes, but it’s also what makes me happy so I continue making them! 🤭💻

Keep doing what you like in your own style. Don’t become something else because you’re part of a community and you want to “fit in”. I did that at the beginning and I hated it. I get judged now for how I do my programming but it’s just me adding my own twist to things! I may not be doing it the “right” way but it’s all fun and I’m learning! 😸💗

[yourdailyqueer]

Lisa van Ginneken

Gender: Transgender woman

Sexuality: N/A

DOB: 28 June 1972 

Ethnicity: White - Dutch

Occupation: Politician (Democrats 66), software developer, activist

[boringskeptic]

Q: Why do software developers use mechanical keyboards?

A: To strongly type their code.