We Are Fine

So we've reached the dystopian future where owning your own hardware is a crime and the AI overlords enforce subscription models for everything. The meme hits different because it's basically where we're already headed—every game company salivating over "games as a service" while you're just trying to play something offline without internet connectivity checks every 5 minutes. The "You're sheltering Nvidia Gforce RTX 5090 32GB aren't you?" line is *chef's kiss* because in this hellscape, having actual gaming hardware becomes an act of rebellion. Like hiding Anne Frank but it's your GPU. They've turned PC gaming into a thought crime where local storage and offline play are contraband. Remember when you could just... buy a game and own it? Yeah, your kids won't. They'll be paying $29.99/month for the privilege of streaming games at 720p with 200ms latency while corporations monitor their every keystroke. Fun times ahead.

Someone just discovered ChatGPT and thinks they're a full-stack developer now. They proudly announce they've built "an entire website" and when asked to share it, they casually drop a Windows file path like it's a URL. Because nothing says "I'm a web developer" quite like sending C:\Users\ben\Downloads\index.html as if everyone has access to Ben's laptop. The skull emoji really sells the confidence here. They genuinely believe they've replaced an entire development team with a chatbot that probably generated a centered div with Comic Sans. Meanwhile, actual developers are sitting there wondering if they should explain localhost, deployment, or just let natural selection run its course. The AI revolution is here, folks—and it's stored locally in someone's Downloads folder.

Ah, the modern developer's workflow. Empty try block, followed by a catch that just calls OpenAI to fix whatever broke. Why debug your own code when you can outsource your incompetence to an AI? Next up: a ChatGPT plugin that automatically adds this snippet to all your repositories. Efficiency through surrender.

Finally, Microsoft acknowledges what we've known all along - their software requires pharmaceutical intervention. "Steve's Balm" with "Copilot enhanced formulation" is the perfect remedy for that blue screen migraine you've been nursing since the last forced update. The irony of Microsoft selling the cure for the problem they created is just *chef's kiss*. It's like your arsonist neighbor opening a fire extinguisher store next door. Side effects may include: sudden urge to reboot, unexplained file loss, and the compulsion to pay for subscriptions you don't need.

The asylum of programming sins is now accepting new patients! Left to right, we have the poor soul who thought regex was a sensible XML parsing solution (narrator: it wasn't), the delusional dev who reinvented the wheel with a custom date/time library (because clearly, humanity hasn't solved that problem in the last 50 years), and finally—the pièce de résistance—the screaming maniac who blindly copy-pasted AI-generated "fixes" straight into production. The padded walls of this code asylum are the only things keeping these developers from harming themselves or others with more terrible technical decisions.

Paying $1200/month to use GPT-4 to uppercase text. That's like hiring a brain surgeon to put on a band-aid. The real kicker? Someone spent their entire weekend auditing API costs only to discover they could've just used .toUpperCase() and saved $1000. The most expensive string transformation in history. Somewhere, a regex is laughing at us all.