The Official Twitter Archive of @404boyfriend™ (née @xdesro)

          Late in the evening, a candle burns nervously at the edge of the desk. I’m scrubbing away at the keyboard, a man possessed; I’m writing responsive websites without media queries. Mozart’s “Lacrimosa” plays in the distance. As the candle’s flame fades, so grows the fire in my eyes
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        I wipe sweat from my brow and it lands in the eyes of all those who doubted my arcane undertaking. “No”, they had sniveled, “you need media queries for layout shift.” “No,” they persisted, “you need media queries for type sizing adjustments.” I shared not these doubts.
      …in reply to @404boyfriend
      For the Devil himself guides my hand across the board. The strings and choirs of Mozart swell urgently and the ceilings of the room grow ever higher and more fearful as I world my profaned tools of the web. Clamp(), for the insolent type sizes. CSS grid for the petulant layouts.
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    Now, I tell myself, as the clock turns its brittle arms to 3 AM, now they will see what true power awaits within the infernal maw of the world. I can scarcely blink as I watch, with wonder & horror, my fingers dance the tarantella of the keys, with speeds no mortal may possess.
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      Finally, my creation nears its terrible readiness. A thousand voices whisper evil secrets as I prepare to send this accursed thing to haunt the internet. It's unforgivable and unimaginable — CSS necromancy by name, and indeed its pale partner, the Devil's HTML.
        …in reply to @404boyfriend
        I feel myself hollowed, as I watch the twin riders bolt from my stables as from the gates of hell itself. I feel that this has taken much from me, the very structure of my soul. I will not survive this night, but tis an unattainable honor to offer oneself in this way...