I Mean, Come On... Just Sell Your Kidney Already

Ah, the GPU market's nightmare fuel. A creepy clown lurking in a sewer drain promising GPUs at MSRP (Manufacturer's Suggested Retail Price) is the perfect metaphor for the current state of graphics card shopping. In the years since crypto mining and chip shortages, finding a GPU at its intended price has been so rare that it might as well be a murderous entity luring desperate gamers into the sewers. Most developers would indeed crawl through drainage systems for a reasonably priced RTX card at this point.

The great CPU architecture debate, summarized with minimal effort. On the left, x86-64 represented by a mathematical graph. On the right, ARM represented by... an actual human arm. And there in the corner, RISC-V illustrated with what appears to be lines of cocaine. The perfect technical comparison doesn't exi—

When the documentation said "bare metal programming" but you took it too literally! Someone's gone and filled their CPU socket with copper wires instead of an actual processor, and now they're proudly declaring "Finally finished installing the Processor 👍" like they've accomplished something revolutionary. That's not how you achieve parallel processing, my friend! Those copper strands aren't going to execute your code, unless your program is "short circuit everything." The only thing this is processing is your motherboard's last will and testament.

Ah yes, programming constructs manifested as hardware. Multiple USB adapters stacked like a desperate chain of conditional logic. A power strip with switches for each outlet because sometimes you need fine-grained control. And that power strip eating its own tail? Classic infinite loop - the electricity equivalent of forgetting your exit condition. That extension cord will keep powering itself until the heat death of the universe or your circuit breaker trips, whichever comes first.

Gandalf and Saruman battling it out on top of a WiFi router instead of Orthanc tower. Because let's face it, the real battle in any household isn't good vs. evil—it's who gets to control the WiFi password. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS... more than 100Mbps to your devices!" The router's probably thinking, "I didn't sign up for this fantasy drama, I just want to stream Netflix without being turned into Middle-earth."

When the network admin says "we don't have budget for proper infrastructure" but you've got a microwave from 1992 and a dream. The classic "it's not stupid if it works" approach to networking. That router is getting the five-star treatment with its own Faraday cage that doubles as a popcorn maker. Bet the WiFi password is "HotPocket123" and the network goes down every time someone heats up lunch. Enterprise-grade cooling? Nah, just leave the door open. I've seen cleaner cable management in a pasta bowl, but hey—zero dollars spent on a rack cabinet, infinite points for creativity.