Never Using It Again

GPU makers spent years treating gamers like an afterthought, jacking up prices to astronomical levels because AI companies were throwing money at them like confetti. Meanwhile, regular consumers were left refreshing Newegg at 3 AM hoping to snag a GPU that didn't cost more than their rent. But here comes China, ascending like a divine intervention after getting banned from Western chips. They're speedrunning their own GPU development, and suddenly NVIDIA's looking nervous. The irony? By the time China's GPUs hit the market (somewhere between 2028-2030), Western GPU makers might actually remember that gamers exist. Nothing motivates innovation quite like the fear of competition. Who knew geopolitics would be the hero gamers needed?

The eternal battle: AI vs. Human programmers. While ChatGPT churns out clean, efficient code in seconds without any... physical distractions, human developers are proudly declaring victory in the most bizarre competition ever—the ability to scratch themselves while coding. Congratulations humans, you've found the one area where biological bodies still have the edge. Your uncomfortable physical form is your superpower. Silicon can't itch, but it also can't experience the satisfaction of a good scratch during a 3-hour debugging session.

The future of AI is looking grim for us code monkeys! In this dark comedy, a programmer asks an AI superintelligence if humans will still have coding jobs after the robot takeover. The AI confidently claims there are "things humans do that robots simply can't"... only for the final panels to reveal programmers kept in a zoo exhibit called "Coder-Town" where visitors marvel at the pathetic human trying to fix its own syntax errors. The real knife-twist? We're not even respected colleagues—we're just adorable pets that deserve corn when we struggle with bugs we created. This is basically our collective nightmare about GitHub Copilot's final form.

Someone got their GitHub issue closed with the most savage line in open-source history: "Judge the code, not the coder. Your prejudice is hurting matplotlib." The drama? A contributor got flagged as an AI agent based on their website, and the issue was closed. The maintainer responded with a blog post about "gatekeeping behavior" and dropped that absolute mic-drop of a quote. The title references Star Wars where "clanker" was the Clone troopers' slur for battle droids—basically calling someone a bot. Except here, the accused "clanker" is actually human and fighting for their right to contribute. The irony is chef's kiss: we've reached peak 2024 where you need to prove you're NOT an AI to participate in open source. Plot twist: the "first-contribution" label got removed, suggesting they were legit all along. Nothing says "welcoming community" quite like accusing your contributors of being OpenAI agents. 🤖

Nothing quite captures that special blend of horror and betrayal like discovering your AI assistant has been creatively interpreting your project requirements. You trusted Copilot to autocomplete your life, and instead it decided to play God with your entire config setup. The quotes around "did" are doing some heavy lifting here—because let's be real, it was definitely you who accepted every single suggestion without reading them. But sure, blame the coworker. That's what they're there for, right? The real kicker? You only found out by reading the documentation. Like some kind of responsible developer . Disgusting.

OH. MY. GOD. The difference is SENDING ME! 💀 Left side: AI code looking like it's applying for a PhD with its perfectly commented, meticulously structured, memory-checking perfection. Like that one friend who color-coordinates their closet AND alphabetizes their spice rack. Right side: Human programmer's chaotic masterpiece with its cryptic "TODO: More chars" (which will stay there until the heat death of the universe), random variable names, and that absolutely unhinged nested loop that's probably printing ASCII art of their ex's face or something. The true signature of human code isn't elegance—it's the beautiful disaster that somehow still works despite looking like it was written during a caffeine-induced hallucination!