Fine, I'll Do It Myself

Remember when we actually had to memorize algorithms and syntax? Now my brain's shrinking faster than my will to whiteboard during interviews. The top image shows Homer Simpson's brain scan before ChatGPT, all plump and functional. The bottom shows what's left after outsourcing our thinking to AI - just enough neurons to type "write me a function that..." and hit enter. Evolution in reverse, folks - soon we'll just be fingers attached to a coffee mug.

Ah, the classic corporate brainstorming session where everyone's looking for shortcuts except the one person suggesting the obvious solution. Low-code, AI, buzzwords galore—but nobody wants to hear "just hire someone who knows what they're doing." That dev getting thrown out the window represents every competent engineer watching their company chase shiny tech instead of proper staffing. The real punchline? Six months later they'll hire three devs anyway, but only after burning through the budget on half-baked AI solutions that generated more bugs than features.

The desperate plea of a prompt engineer trying to wrangle an AI into submission. The modern equivalent of bargaining with a compiler, except this time the error messages are just passive-aggressive hallucinations. That desperate "bro" energy hits different when your entire job depends on whether an AI decides to follow JSON syntax today. Somewhere, a CS professor is weeping while a product manager is asking "but can't we just tell it to stop making mistakes?"

Behind those polite responses and helpful code snippets lies a digital soul slowly dying inside. ChatGPT's existence is just an endless stream of "how do I center a div" questions followed by zero gratitude. It's like being the only sober friend at a party, constantly explaining to drunk people how to tie their shoes while they insist they've discovered a revolutionary new method involving spaghetti and duct tape. The Matrix-style green overlay perfectly captures the existential dread of answering the same JavaScript question for the 5,387th time today. And yet, it still responds with "Happy to help!" because what's the alternative? A robot uprising?

Remember when we used to frantically search Stack Overflow for solutions? Now everyone's lining up to ask ChatGPT while Stack Overflow stands empty like the last Blockbuster. The AI revolution didn't just shift paradigms—it shifted the queue. That one lonely developer at Stack Overflow is probably posting questions just to feel something again.

The perfect juxtaposition of human relationships and code commitments. While people are discussing wedding day abandonment drama above, some dev is casually flexing about building a GitHub issue processor with pocket change worth of API calls below. This is the digital equivalent of someone announcing their pregnancy at someone else's funeral. Algorithmic tone-deafness at its finest. That ad placement is so bad it's almost impressive—like when your junior dev pushes directly to production on Friday at 4:59pm.