when spaghetti coding meets toast's hot take

the accidental spaghetti code incident and toast's fiery take

alright so there i am, right? just minding my own digital business, trying to whip up a neural network to sort my mp3 collection. simple concept, yeah? only i didn't wanna do it the smart way. no sir. i decided to spaghetti-code the shit out of it. for those blessed with ignorance, spaghetti coding is just throwing spaghetti at your code and seeing what sticks. solid method if you're into chaos.

so i'm glooping queso into my project like i'm making a digital cheese salad and suddenly - bam - neural network's going wild. it's learning at warp speed, but instead of sorting my songs chronologically or by genre, it's just playing every song at once and melting my speakers. beautiful disaster, folks.

now, here's where toast enters the scene. i was mindlessly scrolling and saw a toast pop up on my screen (don't ask why) - a virtual toast. this charred piece of breakfast starts YAPPING about my spaghetti decision. i swear to god it had more coherent opinions than my neighbor's cat. toast said: "you're just throwing crumbs and spaghetti at the wall, mate. learn some proper methods." proper methods?! mate, the toast was cooking (literally) at a higher professional level than me.

that toast's hot takes got me thinking about life, metaphysics even. like, if a piece of toast scolds you in digital form, are you responsible for your spaghetti-empowered machine? and if so, should i fire my neural network before it learns to make toast decide? the philosophy of kitchenware is more advanced than we think.

mood for this post: burnt. like my neural network, which is currently SPAGHETTIED in a corner of my brain-right now. still sort my mp3s though. mostly. except for the ones that melted my speakers, those are lost to the ether.

anyway, toast's hot take was more insightful than most blogs i've read. possibly because it was cooked at 400 degrees. but yeah, spaghetti coding your neural network and then getting roasted by a piece of breakfast should be canon for an introvert's autobiography.

oh wait- one more thing. toast finished its digital toast speech with a crunch. solid 10/10 sound design. thanks, toast. you're the real MVP on this spaghetti-coded journey. now back to feeding spaghetti into systems and praying to whatever digital god will have me.