whenever I hear about people installing millions of lines of code from someone they've never heard of from npm or whatever, I imagine them finding a hot dog on the side of the road
and they're like "oh cool; free hot dog!" and I'm like "you're going to eat that?" and they're like "yeah of course; it's a free hot dog! have to be crazy to turn that down" and I'm like "huh"
Works, "roadside hot dog".
Dude I worked with, told me some proud story about being out drinking, standing outside a bar with a boozy buddy, seeing a plastic platter of abandoned sushi.
How long had it been there?
But, yeah, it did not matter. Dumb fuckers still double-dog-dared each other into eating it up. Like little dogs that can't help but eat the rotten offal.
Awful, but a workable metaphor for gobbling up mystery offal software.
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