Who The Fuck Asked For Raytracing?

The eternal struggle of chasing hardware upgrades! While everyone's hyping 8K resolution, some of us are still running the same potato hardware since the Clinton administration. It's like Moore's Law meets financial reality—your GPU budget is inversely proportional to your rent payments. That graphics card you're eyeing costs more than your first car, but hey, those extra pixels in Minecraft are totally worth it. Meanwhile your IDE still lags when you type too fast.

The eternal hardware naming convention hell strikes again! On the left, the desperate plea of every tech enthusiast who just wants to buy a damn monitor without needing a cryptography degree. On the right, hardware manufacturers (MSI, GIGABYTE, ASUS) proudly showcasing their latest creation: a jumble of random letters and numbers that probably took longer to name than design. Nothing says "we understand consumer psychology" like naming your product "XD-MBYG04K-URS3LF" — because who wouldn't remember that during their next Best Buy trip? Meanwhile, Computex just reinforced that hardware companies would rather eat glass than create memorable product names. At this point, I'm convinced they're just letting cats walk across keyboards for the naming process.

Remember when we thought these janky polygons were the peak of technology? In 2000, we'd sit there amazed at what was essentially a potato with hair clipping through a horse's neck. Now I'm disappointed when my 4K ray-traced game drops below 120fps. The best part? Those old games actually shipped without needing 50GB day-one patches. They just worked... mostly... if you ignored the nightmare fuel character models.

When your Discord account gets "hacked" and suddenly starts sending very legitimate messages. The classic social engineering tactic where someone impersonates a trusted figure (in this case Nintendo legend Shigeru Miyamoto) to manipulate you into financial decisions. Sure, I always take my purchasing advice from chat messages that contradict themselves within seconds. "Stop looking at sales... actually, pay full price!" Brilliant strategy there, totally-real-Miyamoto. Next they'll be asking for my credit card details to verify my Nintendo Loyalty Program membership.

The brutal reality of indie game development in four painful panels! Top left: a dev who spent 3 years coding is devastated by only 10 sales. Top right: a player who adds games to wishlists like they're collecting Pokémon. Bottom left: another dev shocked anyone gets wishlists at all. Bottom right: the mythical unicorn who actually finishes games instead of abandoning them in Early Access purgatory. It's the perfect game dev food chain - where dreams go to die in Steam's infinite scroll and "I'll buy it on sale" means "I'll forget this exists in 48 hours." The circle of indie life!

The hierarchy of suffering in CS specializations perfectly captured in Toy Story scenes: Cybersecurity and Game Design students? Living the Buzz Lightyear dream - endless identical clones, mass-produced and overconfident. "To infinity and beyond!" (aka "I'll be making six figures right after graduation!") Operating Systems students? That's Woody with the maniacal grin. Sure, they're dealing with kernel panics and memory management, but they're still maintaining their sanity... barely. But those poor souls specializing in Compilers? Straight to the lava pit of despair. They're drowning in parsing algorithms, abstract syntax trees, and the existential dread that comes with implementing a lexer from scratch. Not even the garbage collector can save them from this hell.