Let Me Plug Bluetooth Into My GPU

Started with "I'll just run a Pi-hole on it." Then added Home Assistant. Maybe a little Plex server? Oh, and a VPN would be nice. And why not throw in a web server, a Discord bot, a weather station, and that random Docker container you found on GitHub at 2 AM? That poor little ARM processor is running more services than AWS has regions. The SD card is crying, the temperature is approaching the surface of the sun, and you're still browsing r/selfhosted for "one more thing" to add. The Raspberry Pi: bought for $35, now doing the work of a $3,500 server. No wonder it's tired, boss.

The endless PC upgrade cycle in four painful panels! First you splurge on that fancy AM5 CPU thinking you're set, then realize your motherboard needs an upgrade too. But the real kicker? No matter what high-end parts you buy, you're always short on RAM. It's the computational equivalent of buying a Ferrari but not having enough gas money to drive it more than 5 miles. The increasingly desperate facial expressions perfectly capture that moment when you check your bank account after each purchase and realize you've fallen into the upgrade rabbit hole again.

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 💀 Imagine blaming game developers for your prehistoric Dell Optiplex that was outdated when Obama was first elected!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.

That special moment when you find the perfect GPU for your build, only to discover it costs more than your car payment, rent, and firstborn child combined. The crypto miners and scalpers have turned hardware shopping into a financial horror movie. Just smile through the pain as you contemplate selling a kidney on the black market for that sweet, sweet RTX performance.

The moment you get that computer science degree, everyone suddenly thinks you're the designated IT support person for the entire extended family. Nothing says "I've made it as an engineer" quite like being handed a printer that hasn't worked since Windows XP and being told "you can fix this, right?" The girlfriend bringing home a friend's printer is the final boss of unpaid tech support. Six years of algorithms and data structures for this glorious moment.

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.