What measures a career
Dreamt I had to sell the usefulness of handfuls of mostly finished projects not far removed from actual unfinished projects I worked on over the years. Most of which the usefulness was only to a situation at the time. Most of which are obsolete now or likely never finished.
On the flip side I ethically regret some of the code I wrote that I'm sure is probably still in use.
I've had a weird software graveyard of a career so far.
Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.