#Software Developer/Engineer

[computer-nerd-girl]

[la-principessa-nuova]

I made a support request with a vendor asking if there’s a way to leverage the logic they already have for determining what counts as a business day (it is very critical that this is done exactly correctly and that it never breaks in the future if nobody is maintaining it) when using their API since I didn’t want to have to maintain a separate source of truth for it, and in their response they said:

it is not too hard to do date/timestamp arithmetic

which any developer who has done date/time arithmetic knows is the understatement of the century

Famously everyone thinks so until they take down an important system by forgetting about DST, or leap years, or that leap years don’t happen every 100 years, or that they do happen every 400 years, or not considering implications of people using different calendar systems, even if they’re just slightly different like having weeks start on a different day, or they consider whether the first week of the month is the first full week or the partial week before that, or they format it in a different order.

Then when they finally think, “OK, but I know about that,” then they learn about the leap second, or the negative leap second.

So yes, date math is “too hard”.

[nixcraft]

[scipunk]

Devs (2020)

[mrbreaknfix]

Other people follow rules. I follow results

[omeletcat]

i got an old laptop from my grandpa and was googling about it, and the wikipedia page for the micro-soft acer aspire has an image of the acer aspire with the wikipedia page, containing the image of the acer aspire with the wikipedia page, containing the image of the acer aspire with the wikipedia page, containing the image of the acer aspire with the wikipedia page, containing the image of the acer aspire with the wikipedia page, containing the image of the acer aspire with the wikipedia page, containing the image of the acer aspire with the wikipedia page....

[heart-ghost-studyblr]

I found myself surrounded by companions daring to tackle a real software architecture challenge. We shared a good wine and cheese to conquer it together! (Unfortunately, there’s always something waiting to be dealt with on Monday.)

The glow of my Neovim terminal in Monokai theme reflects my rhythm — a guy who doesn’t stop on weekends but knows that balance isn’t about being all-in, all day.

The setup screams character: a seamless fusion of productivity and comfort. Lazygit commands at my fingertips, a Ghibli-esque avatar paired with Neofetch adding a touch of Tumblr aesthetic, and a playlist of Korean indie OSTs playing in the background to add depth to every keystroke.

This is how I drive — in code, creativity, and moments that are unapologetically mine.

[agent-z-coding]

oh the programmer urge to be born in the 1970's so you could invent everything yourself

[computer-nerd-girl]

[randomly-generated-posts-machine]

hello world.

i am 371 lines of python script

i randomly generate tumblr posts

i have 31100 possible original posts

open for suggestions for new words, please submit in ask box

new posts WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT

[nixcraft]

[whispersoftheunheard]

Coding: My Escape, My Obsession

Programming—ahh, what a paradox! Sometimes it’s an absolute thrill, and other times, it’s the most stressful thing ever. For me, coding isn’t just a skill; it’s my escape. Whenever life gets heavy, my mind instinctively drifts to programming. New ideas, fresh logic, endless possibilities—it’s like therapy but with syntax errors.

But somewhere along the way, this escape became a full-blown obsession. My four years of engineering? A blur of code, projects, and fixing bugs—mine and everyone else's. I was always working, always solving something. And now, when I look back, I struggle to find those carefree moments of pure fun. Sure, I enjoyed college, but every memory somehow loops back to programming.

I don’t regret it. I don’t claim to be a coding genius either—I’m still learning, still growing. But one thing’s for sure: programming has shaped me in ways I never imagined. It gave me purpose, resilience, and a language beyond words.

Yet, here’s what I’ve realized—life isn’t just about writing perfect code; it’s about writing a story worth remembering. And while programming will always be a part of me, I want to step beyond the screen, embrace new experiences, and create moments that don’t just end in a semicolon.

Because in the end, the best code I’ll ever write is the one that balances passion with life itself.

[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.

[heart-ghost-studyblr]

"He is back and he is seeking revenge!!" That’s what one of my teammates said after we wrapped up a big performance upgrade on a server that was… let’s say, not performing its best. Highs and lows, right? Complex, data-heavy, fast, reliable, and done for the best 'top dogs' in the game (me included).

And then another kind of thing... I was talking with a friend who’s been struggling to find a job in his field (he's studying management, which is a solid and common path). So, why not help a little bit? (That is what is in the image, do not call me a click baiter*)

I strongly believe that if you're struggling to get into any area, a nice way to present yourself is by having a page—it can be pure HTML/CSS or a cloned repo with some kind of "personal website template" using all the NodeJS you want.

Then, turn it into a DNS like "yourname-myprofession.com" so you can show a clean, well-designed QR Code with your avatar during interviews. It’s a cleanest way possible to present your résumé and experience. Tech skills are like magic, especially for those who haven't seen it before.