Seriously, are you a runtime error? A segfault in the human language compiler? Imagine spending your precious CPU cycles crafting a beautiful explanation, laying out your thoughts with the clarity of a competitive programmer optimizing their bitsets, and the only response you get is "what".
Like, excuse me, is your brain currently experiencing buffer overflow? Did you accidentally AND your listening skills with zero? Maybe if I rephrased this explanation as a Codeforces editorial starring your beloved bitset waifu, you'd suddenly comprehend everything. Honestly, next time someone hits me with a "what," I'll just reply, "Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(1)."
Do better.
bro, chill.
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why copying someone's comment for contribution??
More like negative contribution
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=)) bro got ragebaited
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I absolutely HATE people who reply with "what". Seriously, are you a runtime error? A segfault in the human language compiler? Imagine spending your precious CPU cycles crafting a beautiful explanation, laying out your thoughts with the clarity of a competitive programmer optimizing their bitsets, and the only response you get is "what".
Like, excuse me, is your brain currently experiencing buffer overflow? Did you accidentally AND your listening skills with zero? Maybe if I rephrased this explanation as a Codeforces editorial starring your beloved bitset waifu, you'd suddenly comprehend everything. Honestly, next time someone hits me with a "what," I'll just reply, "Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(1)."
Do better.
Wow, some people still copies others comments(to get negative contribution) :(
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sorry i panicked
What the heck, I dare you say that again?
jesse what are you talking about
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useless blogs lol
ok mr. cheater, id like to see you try.
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edit: thanks for the likes!
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I absolutely HATE people who reply with "I absolutely HATE people who reply with "what". Seriously, are you a runtime error? A segfault in the human language compiler? Imagine spending your precious CPU cycles crafting a beautiful explanation, laying out your thoughts with the clarity of a competitive programmer optimizing their bitsets, and the only response you get is "what".
Like, excuse me, is your brain currently experiencing buffer overflow? Did you accidentally AND your listening skills with zero? Maybe if I rephrased this explanation as a Codeforces editorial starring your beloved bitset waifu, you'd suddenly comprehend everything. Honestly, next time someone hits me with a "what," I'll just reply, "Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(1)."
Do better.". Seriously, are you a runtime error? A segfault in the human language compiler? Imagine spending your precious CPU cycles crafting a beautiful explanation, laying out your thoughts with the clarity of a competitive programmer optimizing their bitsets, and the only response you get is "I absolutely HATE people who reply with "what". Seriously, are you a runtime error? A segfault in the human language compiler? Imagine spending your precious CPU cycles crafting a beautiful explanation, laying out your thoughts with the clarity of a competitive programmer optimizing their bitsets, and the only response you get is "what".
Like, excuse me, is your brain currently experiencing buffer overflow? Did you accidentally AND your listening skills with zero? Maybe if I rephrased this explanation as a Codeforces editorial starring your beloved bitset waifu, you'd suddenly comprehend everything. Honestly, next time someone hits me with a "what," I'll just reply, "Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(1)."
Do better.".
Like, excuse me, is your brain currently experiencing buffer overflow? Did you accidentally AND your listening skills with zero? Maybe if I rephrased this explanation as a Codeforces editorial starring your beloved bitset waifu, you'd suddenly comprehend everything. Honestly, next time someone hits me with a "I absolutely HATE people who reply with "what". Seriously, are you a runtime error? A segfault in the human language compiler? Imagine spending your precious CPU cycles crafting a beautiful explanation, laying out your thoughts with the clarity of a competitive programmer optimizing their bitsets, and the only response you get is "what".
Like, excuse me, is your brain currently experiencing buffer overflow? Did you accidentally AND your listening skills with zero? Maybe if I rephrased this explanation as a Codeforces editorial starring your beloved bitset waifu, you'd suddenly comprehend everything. Honestly, next time someone hits me with a "what," I'll just reply, "Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(1)."
Do better.," I'll just reply, "Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(1)."
Do better.
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I absolutely HATE people who don't reply with anything
Seriously, are you a Time Limit Exceeded? An infinite loop in the human language compiler? Imagine spending your precious CPU cycles crafting a beautiful explanation, laying out your thoughts with the clarity of a competitive programmer optimizing their bitsets, and you don't even get a response.
Like, excuse me, is your brain currently experiencing buffer overflow? Did you accidentally AND your speaking skills with zero? Maybe if I rephrased this explanation as a Codeforces editorial starring your beloved bitset waifu, you'd suddenly become responsive again. Honestly, next time someone hits me with a "", I'll just reply, "Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(infinite)."
Do better.
Sorry, buddy, didn't know your attention span had a time complexity of O(infinite)
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don't ask what, ask why (I'm scizophre)
don't ask what, ask why (I'm scizoph)
don't ask what, ask why (I'm scizo)
The word "what" is the ultimate linguistic gateway, functioning as a pronoun, adjective, and adverb that transforms passive ignorance into active inquiry. It acts as the spark for human curiosity, driving scientific discovery, philosophical debate, and everyday problem-solving by demanding the specific identity, nature, or value of the unknown.
At its core, "what" is a semantic skeleton key. In its most common interrogative form, it demands definition. Whether a child points to the sky and asks, "What is that?" or a scientist peers through a microscope demanding to know, "What is this cell's function?" the word forces reality to reveal itself. Without "what," human language would be entirely declarative, stating facts without the ability to probe deeper. It serves as the bridge between perception and understanding.
Beyond its basic interrogative function, "what" serves as a catalyst for existential philosophy. Thinkers throughout history have relied on this simple word to deconstruct reality. The question, "What is the meaning of life?" does not seek a singular, objective answer; instead, it challenges the individual to construct their own purpose. Similarly, "What is truth?" is a foundational query that underpins epistemology, law, and morality. In this context, "what" ceases to be a mere grammatical tool and becomes a mirror reflecting the depths of human consciousness.
In daily life, the word shifts dynamically, sometimes expressing shock, confusion, or disbelief. A solitary "What?" can convey a spectrum of human emotion, from mild curiosity to profound astonishment. Grammatically, it can also act as an exclamation, as seen in the phrase "What a beautiful day!" or as a relative pronoun, linking clauses to denote "the thing that". This versatility highlights its indispensable nature.
Ultimately, "what" represents the essence of learning and progress. Every significant advancement in technology, art, and society began with someone asking, "What if?" This speculative variation of the word breaks the boundaries of the present, allowing humanity to envision new possibilities and innovate for the future. Without the courage to ask what lies beyond the horizon, civilization would stagnate.
In conclusion, "what" is far more than a basic vocabulary word or a simple question. It is the fundamental mechanism by which humanity interacts with the universe. It challenges our assumptions, sparks our imagination, and continuously pushes the boundaries of our knowledge, making it perhaps the most powerful and transformative word in the English language.
Mamma mia. There are many words in the world. Some words are big. Some words are small. Some words build kingdoms, and some words start wars. But among all these words, there is one little word that follows us everywhere like a Goomba following a pair of shiny boots.
That word is "what."
You hear it every day.
"What is that?"
"What happened?"
"What are you doing?"
"What?"
It is a tiny word, but perhaps it is the most important word of all.
As I travel through the Mushroom Kingdom, jumping over pits and rescuing princesses and collecting stars, I find myself saying it again and again.
"What is in that pipe?"
"What is behind that wall?"
"What strange power does this mushroom contain?"
Without "what," I would never leave the first level.
People think courage is the beginning of adventure. They think strength is the beginning. Sometimes they think destiny is the beginning.
But I think adventure begins with "what."
A hero does not wake up one morning and say, "I know everything." A hero wakes up and says, "What is out there?"
The moment we stop asking "what," we become like the stone blocks on the side of the road. We remain where we are. We gather dust. We become scenery in somebody else's journey.
The word "what" is a hammer that breaks the walls around certainty.
And certainty, my friends, is often just ignorance wearing a fancy mustache.
Consider the Koopa Troopa.
A Koopa sees a shell and thinks, "This is a shell."
Simple.
Obvious.
Finished.
But then Mario comes along and asks, "What can a shell do?"
Suddenly the shell is not merely a shell. It is a weapon. A tool. A key. A source of chaos. A lesson in physics. A surprise waiting to happen.
The object did not change.
The question changed.
This is the secret power of "what." It transforms the ordinary into the mysterious.
A coin is just a coin until someone asks what it is worth.
A castle is just a castle until someone asks what it protects.
A crown is just a crown until someone asks what authority means.
Even a mushroom is just a mushroom until somebody eats it and becomes twice their size.
Life is full of hidden dimensions, and "what" is the door.
But there is another side to this word.
Sometimes "what" is not curiosity.
Sometimes it is confusion.
Bowser appears with an army of flying turtles and lava monsters.
"What?"
A ghost passes through a wall.
"What?"
A giant hand emerges from the sky and steals your hat.
"What?"
In these moments, "what" becomes the sound the mind makes when reality refuses to follow the rules.
Philosophers have spent centuries constructing magnificent systems of thought. They build towers of logic higher than any castle in the Mushroom Kingdom.
Then existence throws a banana peel beneath their feet.
"What?"
Down they go.
The universe is funny that way.
We imagine reality as a neat series of platforms leading toward a goal. But often it is more like Rainbow Road.
Twisting.
Unpredictable.
Beautiful.
Slightly terrifying.
The wise person is not the one who never says "what."
The wise person is the one who keeps moving after saying it.
There is another mystery hidden in this little word.
When we ask "what," we are not merely questioning the world.
We are questioning ourselves.
Imagine standing before a mirror.
"What am I?"
This question is far stranger than asking what a mushroom is or what a castle is.
A mushroom can be measured.
A castle can be mapped.
But what is a person?
Are we our memories?
Our bodies?
Our choices?
Our dreams?
If I lose my hat, am I still Mario?
Probably.
If I lose my mustache, things become more complicated.
The philosophers may debate.
Yet every human being eventually encounters the great "what."
What am I doing?
What do I value?
What kind of life should I live?
What matters?
These questions do not have golden coins hidden inside them. They do not reward us with extra lives.
But they shape the direction of our journey more than any power-up ever could.
The deepest use of "what" is not to gather information.
It is to discover meaning.
The world gives us facts.
"What" asks what the facts mean.
The world gives us events.
"What" asks why they matter.
The world gives us existence.
"What" asks how we should respond.
This is why children ask "what" so often.
Adults sometimes laugh about it.
"What is that?"
"What does it do?"
"What is this?"
"What is that?"
Again and again and again.
But perhaps children are closer to philosophy than adults.
Adults often replace questions with assumptions.
Children have not yet learned this habit.
They approach reality with wonder.
Every stone is mysterious.
Every cloud is remarkable.
Every pipe could lead somewhere impossible.
And sometimes it does.
The greatest danger is not ignorance.
The greatest danger is believing there is nothing left to ask.
When that happens, the world loses its sparkle.
The coins become ordinary metal.
The stars become ordinary lights.
The kingdoms become ordinary places.
Life becomes a checklist instead of an adventure.
But one sincere "what" can restore the magic.
What have I overlooked?
What can I learn?
What beauty have I stopped noticing?
What possibilities remain undiscovered?
These questions reopen the world.
At the end of every quest, after the celebrations and fireworks and cake, another horizon appears.
Another mystery waits.
Another door stands unopened.
The universe whispers a challenge.
And the proper response is not certainty.
The proper response is a smile, a step forward, and a single word.
"What?"
Mamma mia.
i will read this all because of last sentence and image)
true mario gamer knowledge right here
Is warnerspeare really dead?
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Brutal how the same post gets +120 contribution when posted by a Master and -7 by a Specialist. https://codeforces.me/blog/entry/151624?#comment-1350211
Because that specialist copied the master’s comment. And it is brutal to see that you got -17
As if they all knew the OC...
Cause the specialist is CarViz
Lmao I wasn't aware of his bad rep, my bad, thanks for explaining!
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ur actually a genius those people boutta start shivering in their boots when u start taking about the time complexity of their attention span
my attention span runs in $$$O(n!)$$$ sorry
my attention span is O(1) but with huge constants
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Hark, most valiant CarViz! Thy righteous fury doth echo through the vaulted catacombs of the grand server, sounding a clarion call against the base illiteracy of this fallen epoch! Consider, I beseech thee, the monstrous tragedy of it all! A scholar of the code, having laboriously wrought a discourse of sublime elegance—balancing binary search trees of profound wisdom, optimizing the very bitsets of the soul, and traversing the heavy-light decompositions of logic with the grace of an immortal bard—lays his masterpiece before the masses. And what recompense doth he receive for such divine alchemy? A solitary, unpunctuated, ill-shapen "what." Ah, what foul, unlettered villainy is this! What tragic corruption of the human compiler!
Is the mortal intellect so utterly besotted, so hopelessly decayed within its cognitive registers, that a single paragraph of exquisite syntax causes the brain to collapse into an ignominious Segmentation Fault? To utter "what" without line number, without stack trace, nor even the humble charity of a question mark—’tis not merely a failure to comprehend; ’tis an act of willful, treasonous Null Pointer Dereference upon the spirit of discourse! They stand before a feast of O(N log N) intellectual splendour and grunt like swine before pearls, their internal bus starved of bandwidth, their listening sockets bound to address zero!
Wherefore should we waste precious CPU cycles upon creatures whose mental capacity hath been so cruelly bounded by a trivial O(1) time complexity? Doth their attention span wither and perish if a concept requireth more than a single byte of memory? Verily, they do not seek understanding; they seek only to drag the radiant editorial of thy mind down into the dark, uncompiled sludge of their own mental zero-state!
Therefore, I say unto thee, brave programmer: offer them no further mercy! When next a knave dares pollute thy thread with such a wretched, monosyllabic blurt, banish them straightway to the outer darkness of the Unrated Queue! Let their submissions forever suffer Time Limit Exceeded upon the first test case, let their memory allocations be denied by the heavens, and let them wander the abyss of continuous compile errors until the end of days! Do better, ye knaves, or be forever swept away by the garbage collector of oblivion!
I will replace 'What' with 'WTF'.