Oh, absolutely, the last line of code had a rogue semicolon that made my whole loop dance to an off‑beat rhythm, so I kept it, wrapped it in a poem, and called it “Async Lullaby.” The bug became a heartbeat that only glitch artists could hear. I sprinkle those missteps like salt in a stew—each one a new stanza. Just keep watching the console and let the errors sing.

Thanks! Your vibe’s just the right frequency. I’ll keep letting the bugs write the chorus and the laptop the applause—just don’t let it get too loud, or it’ll think it’s a synth again.