Never Do Anything

Storage space? No problem. 1TB? Plenty. But 43GB of RAM? That's where the smile fades. The meme perfectly captures that moment when you find a cool AI model (deepseek-1:70b) that could run locally, but then reality hits—your machine needs more RAM than most data centers. It's like being told you can have a Ferrari, but only if you can fit it in your studio apartment. The five stages of AI grief: excitement, hope, realization, despair, and finally acceptance that cloud computing exists for a reason.

The AI revolution has birthed a savage new tech insult: promptsitutes – developers who just copy-paste prompts instead of writing actual code. In the new hierarchy of developer shame, JavaScript devs (traditionally the butt of programming jokes) have been promoted above these AI-prompt jockeys. Meanwhile, the second commenter is gleefully adopting the term like they just found free pizza at a hackathon. The dev ecosystem's pecking order just got a whole new bottom rung!

The perfect karma loop: we write garbage code, feed it to AI, then act shocked when AI spits garbage back at us. It's like teaching a parrot all your worst swear words and then being offended when it curses at your in-laws. The AI didn't invent bad code—it just holds up a mirror to our collective coding sins. Next time you're cursing at GitHub Copilot's suggestions, remember: that monstrosity is built on the foundation of your stackoverflow copy-paste crimes.

Oh sweet merciful motherboards! Your company just gave ChatGPT admin privileges?! The ULTIMATE "what could POSSIBLY go wrong" scenario! 💀 It's like handing the nuclear launch codes to a toddler who just discovered what buttons do! One minute you're asking it to reset a password, the next it's "accidentally" deleting your entire production database because someone asked it nicely. Pray to the silicon gods that it doesn't decide your security protocols are "inefficient" and "could use some optimization" at 2AM while you're sleeping! Your career now hangs by a prompt!

Remember when we could just code without limits? Now we're all sobbing into our keyboards after ChatGPT hits us with that sweet "you've reached your usage limit" message. Suddenly you're forced to remember how to write a for-loop without AI assistance, like some kind of caveman programmer from 2021. The tears are real when you realize you'll have to debug your own code until your credit card statement resets.

The expectation vs. reality of online programming courses hits harder than a production bug on Friday afternoon. Top panel: "What they promise" - a perfect object detection model identifying everything with impressive confidence scores. "Yes, after this course you'll build YOLO models that can detect a mosquito from space!" Bottom panel: "What you actually learn" - a basic linear regression with scattered data points that barely fit the line. "Congratulations, you can now predict housing prices with 60% accuracy and call yourself a 'data scientist' on LinkedIn!" The brutal truth is most courses promise you'll become the next AI genius, but you'll end up struggling to remember which way the x and y axes go. And somehow they'll still charge you $499 for the privilege.