Gonna Run It In My Github Actions Later

The absolute duality of software trust issues. I'll scrutinize every line of a GitHub repo before installing, but LibreOffice wants me to close Steam? Sure, whatever. Nevermind that Steam has my credit card, 200+ games, and runs with elevated privileges. But hey, gotta update that spreadsheet I use twice a year! The security theater we perform daily is truly magnificent—paranoid about npm packages but blindly clicking "Yes" when Microsoft Office demands administrator access to "check for updates." Pure developer cognitive dissonance at its finest.

The classic "rub the lamp and make a wish" scenario, but with a programmer twist. Some poor soul wishes NVIDIA wouldn't make GPUs with 8GB VRAM, and the genie's just like "yeah... not happening." It's the digital equivalent of asking for world peace. Even supernatural beings can't convince NVIDIA to put more memory in their mid-range cards without charging you a kidney. The genie doesn't even bother offering three wishes—just straight to "hopeless" because he knows the GPU market better than anyone.

THE AUDACITY! Someone's out here trying to run Cyberpunk 2077 on what's essentially a digital fossil! 💀 Imagine blaming game developers for your prehistoric Dell Optiplex that was outdated when Obama was first elected! It's like showing up to an F1 race with a horse and cart and wondering why you can't keep up. That poor machine is begging for retirement while this person is demanding it render 4K explosions. The only thing that computer can run smoothly is Windows XP and maybe—MAYBE—Minesweeper if you're not too aggressive with the clicks.

Ah, Maslow's hierarchy of needs has been updated for the modern developer! Forget food and shelter—we've all collectively decided that affordable GPUs are the foundation of human existence. When your RTX 4090 costs more than your monthly rent, self-actualization becomes irrelevant. How can anyone achieve psychological stability when they're selling kidneys on the black market just to run machine learning models or play Cyberpunk at max settings? The crypto miners and AI boom have spoken—true enlightenment begins with affordable silicon. Everything else is just a luxury.

So we've got tech bros uploading their consciousness to the cloud for digital immortality, only to end up as NPCs in someone's Sims 4 save file. The .tar.gz format is chef's kiss here—because of course your eternal soul would be compressed using gzip. Nothing says "preserving human consciousness" quite like a tarball that'll probably get corrupted during extraction. The year 2050 timeline feels generous considering how fast Silicon Valley moves. By then, some teen will be torrenting these consciousness archives like they're season packs of a TV show, casually modding billionaire minds into digital servants who autonomously cook mac and cheese and get stuck in swimming pools without ladders. The ultimate revenge for all those "move fast and break things" mantras. Fun fact: A .tar.gz file is actually a two-step compression process—first tar (tape archive) bundles files together, then gzip compresses them. So your consciousness would literally be archived like it's going on backup tape storage from the 1980s. Peak irony for the cloud computing crowd.

The eternal programmer paradox: screaming at your own creation. The white creature labeled "DEV" is questioning its own code like an exasperated parent: "I wrote you and checked you out. Why aren't you working?" Meanwhile, the dark creature labeled "GAME" is just smugly sitting there, proudly spawning "ERROR" babies everywhere. It's the digital equivalent of stepping on a Lego you placed there yourself. The signature "DN MAN :)" is just the cherry on top of this self-inflicted debugging nightmare.