Old Man Yells At AWS

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Ah, the dystopian future we've built ourselves! Smart beds that need AWS to function properly is peak 21st century nonsense. Imagine spending $3000 on a bed that suddenly decides to turn into a George Foreman grill because some server farm in Virginia had a hiccup. This is why my grandpa's wooden bed frame from 1962 remains undefeated. Zero cloud dependencies, zero chance of waking up at a 45-degree angle because a DevOps intern pushed to production on a Friday afternoon. Remember when "it just works" meant something actually worked? Now it means "it just works until the next outage, then you're sleeping in a hot dog toaster."

Initial joy: "Half the internet is down due to AWS outage." Perfect excuse to slack off and blame the cloud gods. Crushing reality: "JIRA is still working." Somehow the one tool tracking your productivity survives the apocalypse. The universe has a sick sense of humor. Your tickets aren't going anywhere, buddy.

You know that moment when you've burned through your entire cloud credits trial and finally look at what you actually built? That primitive cave-dweller confusion hits hard. "What language is this? Did I write this garbage? Why are there 47 nested if-statements?" Nothing quite matches the primal horror of seeing your own code after the dopamine of free resources wears off. Suddenly your "revolutionary" app looks like it was written by someone banging rocks together while grunting "API good, callback bad."

Top panel: "Oh look at my cute little website with its adorable traffic spike at 7pm!" Bottom panel: *Cold sweat intensifies* Someone's trying to access every single .env file, config, and AWS credential on your server. Nothing says "welcome to the internet" quite like watching hackers systematically probe your site's defenses while you realize your security is about as robust as a chocolate teapot. Pro tip: if your logs look like this, you're not having a website - a website is having you.

Oh. My. GOD. The cosmic horror of realizing your entire infrastructure runs on a single AWS region! That poor astronaut just discovered the terrifying truth - the entire planet's digital existence balances precariously on us-east-1 , the AWS region that brings the internet to its knees whenever it sneezes. Meanwhile, his colleague behind him is like "Yeah honey, welcome to DevOps hell. Did you think those 3 AM pager alerts were for fun?" The ultimate existential crisis isn't alien life or the meaning of existence - it's learning your fate is tied to Virginia server farms!