Can't Be That Hard

Remember when we had to actually learn how to add two numbers? Now it's just OpenAI.chat("Sum of #{a} + #{b}") and call it a day. The terrifying part? This probably works better than half the arithmetic functions I've written in my 15-year career. Next they'll be asking ChatGPT to explain their own code to them during performance reviews. Evolution isn't always progress, folks.

The classic "rub the lamp and make a wish" scenario, but with a programmer twist. Some poor soul wishes NVIDIA wouldn't make GPUs with 8GB VRAM, and the genie's just like "yeah... not happening." It's the digital equivalent of asking for world peace. Even supernatural beings can't convince NVIDIA to put more memory in their mid-range cards without charging you a kidney. The genie doesn't even bother offering three wishes—just straight to "hopeless" because he knows the GPU market better than anyone.

The tech industry's collective amnesia is truly spectacular. First, we survived the video game crash of '83, then the dot-com implosion, followed by crypto's rollercoaster of disappointment. Now we're watching the AI hype train barrel toward the same cliff while techbros insist "but this time it's different because GPT-5 and 6!" It's like watching someone confidently build a sandcastle below the tide line for the fourth time. History doesn't repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme... with a neural network-generated beat drop.

The programmer's journey to enlightenment, visualized as expanding brain memes. Starting with the lazy "just ask ChatGPT" approach, then graduating to StackOverflow searches (the industry standard). But true galaxy brains dig deeper—from ancient forum threads to dusty textbooks to ISO standards documents. And for those problems that make you question reality itself? Track down the language creator's hometown for clues, or the nuclear option—talk to his mom. "Yes Mrs. Stroustrup, your son's multiple inheritance implementation is giving me nightmares again." The irony? We've all done the bottom one at 3am when nothing else works. Desperation breeds creativity.

Look at us flexing with our fancy Python, JavaScript, and LLM integrations while the entire banking system runs on COBOL written by someone who retired in 1997. The real heroes aren't the bodybuilders showing off their shiny new frameworks—it's the lone programmer carrying decades of legacy code on their shoulders. Nothing says job security quite like being the only person who remembers how to maintain systems that process trillions of dollars daily but can't handle Y2K without duct tape and prayers.

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