So I went back to the drawing board today (tonight? this morning?) to take on a project using (mostly) my own code—Stanford Assignment 1B.

It has absolutely no graphics whatsoever, but I got a good feel for the language, some of the debugging tools, and what an UTTERLY HELLACIOUS EXPERIENCE it is when your handy-dandy assignment asks you to run a function that generates a warning, so you get all clever and run it in the good clean way CS50 taught you so you don’t get a warning but that breaks the program and you stare at the screen for 30 minutes wondering what in god’s name could POSSIBLY BE WRONG and wanting to rip your face off and throw the laptop across the room…and…and…

Okay, I’ve cooled off.  The point is, this shit is real.  Really real.  There’s a reason I am giving myself a whole summer on it, because I just spent six hours making a program that prints lots of clever messages in a text file.  Pics below, but they are way less exciting than yesterday, which were already unexciting.  Until tomorrow’s 5 a.m., my four readers!