punpckldq

punpckldq

@shlabadee.bsky.social

An occasional C/C++ programmer, music composer, and apparently a contemporary Luddite. A dude. Everything else is speculation at best. Maybe. Who knows? Professional bowling pin. Winner of the 2011 Go Fish National Championship.

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Small update to my game! Added reverb support for the music. I just have to implement the music/sample playback engine next. This was a WAV file played back through the reverb. #indiedev #gamedev

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Don't let billionaires convince you slop is the future. They're used to managing & directing, not making things themselves. Of course they can't see the difference. They don't understand your love for the craft. Keep making personal, beautiful games. You've got my support 💖

*sigh* Yep, this GPU's on its way out. I'm kicking my own ass for buying this stupid thing in the first place. Buy cheap, get cheap.

There's seriously too much AI generated slop on Amazon. Like, if I get the wrong item, that's false advertisement. And tech bros think this is all a good idea. No the fuck it isn't!

I really hate parents. I really do. I hate how self-entitled they are. "Oh, I got a kid so I can do whatever I want." Fuck you. You're nothing special just because you have some stupid brat. Congratulations, you spawned yet another human being out of the 9 billion that are on this planet.

SDL3 is a never-ending stream of... what's the opposite of disappointment? It's been so long... satisfaction! That's it! SDL3 satisfies every low-level thing I want. Like, damn, SDL3's creators just keep kicking ass in an era of endless enshittification.

The fucking brat is screeching and crying and it's midnight. The parents aren't doing shit. Like, I can hear her through the fucking walls and the parents are *supposedly* in the same apartment and still can't hear her.

I honestly think the parents aren't home! I heard the kid run across the apartment to her parents' room, ran back, closed her door, and continued crying. Like, what the fuck?

I just checked my email and noticed I received an advertisement for a moving/trash handling service pertaining to things left behind after a death. I received it in August 28, the day my grandmother died, *two hours after she died.* What the actual fuck? I'm furious.

So I read through the email's metadata and found that the email was part of a campaign that started on August 4 and eerily sent to me on the 28th. It just so happened to arrive at the worst possible time. Still though. Jesus...

Someone explain something to me. Why do social media websites like these limit the number of characters per post but also allow images, which could have hundreds of kilobytes, and videos, which can be megabytes? Like, what the frunkenheimer?

Caviar only exists because some genius thought to himself, "Hmm, how can I scam rich idiots out of their money?" And then he started convincing them to eat fish eggs because poor people never wanted to eat fucking fish eggs. You cannot convince me otherwise.