Guilty As Charged

The refresh rate hierarchy is real, and it's brutal . Nothing says "I'm technically superior" like looking down on someone's measly 120Hz monitor when you're running at 144Hz. Those extra 24 frames per second? Absolutely critical for determining whether you'll debug that code 0.02 seconds faster. Meanwhile, your GPU is melting through your desk trying to maintain those frames, your electricity bill is approaching the GDP of a small nation, and the only thing you've actually accomplished is the ability to say "pathetic" with slightly smoother animation. Fun fact: The human eye can barely distinguish beyond 60Hz, but don't tell that to anyone with a 240Hz monitor. They can't hear you over the sound of their superiority complex anyway.

When you're about to drop $415 on a Dell Workstation but then notice it's model 5070. That's not a PC, that's a glorified HTTP error code with a graphics card. Somewhere, a server admin just felt a disturbance in the force and doesn't know why. At least it's not model 404 - then you'd never find it after ordering.

Ah, the golden era when PC gaming marketing was about as subtle as a segmentation fault. Back when 3dfx was convincing teenage boys that graphics cards weren't just for rendering polygons, but for rendering your social life too. Nothing says "I'm a serious developer" like choosing hardware based on its alleged ability to help you see human anatomy rather than its floating-point performance. The true ancestor of today's "but can it run Crysis?" mentality – except with extra cringe. The PC vs Console war's awkward puberty phase, preserved in all its embarrassing glory.

That moment when you realize your 2TB NVMe SSD with blazing 7000MB/s transfer speeds is physically smaller than a novelty pencil. Somehow stores 1,000,000+ high-res cat memes while being barely visible to the naked eye. Moore's Law is basically black magic at this point. Your entire Steam library, 50 Docker containers, and three virtual machines fit on something that could get lost in your carpet fibers. Meanwhile, my first computer had a 20MB hard drive the size of a microwave.

The paranoid tech veteran's approach to data security: physically removing the hard drive platters. Sure, you could use DBAN or a hammer, but where's the satisfaction in that? This is like bringing a tactical nuke to a knife fight—complete overkill that would make any security auditor simultaneously applaud and facepalm. For the uninitiated, those metal discs (platters) are where your embarrassing browser history and collection of half-finished side projects actually live. No platters = no evidence of that framework you started building in 2018 and abandoned after three commits. Bonus points for the "I was bored" justification—the universal explanation for both brilliant engineering solutions and catastrophic tech disasters since the dawn of computing.

Guy wakes up from a decade-long coma excited about his "powerful" 8GB graphics card, completely unaware that GPU prices have gone full circle. In 2013, an 8GB card was high-end. Then came the crypto mining apocalypse, scalpers, and chip shortages that made buying any GPU require a second mortgage. Now he's about to discover his ancient dream card costs more than it did when he went under. The circle of GPU life continues.