Revenge Of The IT Guy: A Key Removal

The evolution of gamer expectations is brutal. In 1997, blocky polygons had us gasping in awe like we'd seen the face of God. By 2013, we're complaining about "pixelated" graphics that would've melted our 90s brains. Fast forward to 2020, and we're cursing our $2000 rigs for struggling with photorealistic landscapes that NASA couldn't have rendered 10 years ago. It's the tech equivalent of kids today not understanding why we were excited about 56k modems. "What do you mean you had to WAIT for images to load? Like, more than 0.001 seconds?" Meanwhile, developers are in the corner having nervous breakdowns trying to render individual pores on NPCs that players will rocket-launch into oblivion anyway.

Oh. My. GOD. The absolute TRAGEDY of modern gaming! 😱 First she's all "8GB VRAM is not enough" and he's nodding along like the supportive boyfriend he thinks he is. Then she demands he say it back to prove his loyalty to the cause! And what does this TRAITOR do? Introduces the RTX 5060 with—wait for it—THE EXACT SAME 8GB VRAM! The BETRAYAL! The AUDACITY! It's like showing up to a water fight with a squirt gun when everyone else brought super soakers. NVIDIA out here gaslighting gamers into thinking 8GB is still acceptable in 2023 while modern games are crying in the corner begging for more memory. The relationship is DOOMED.

Oh great, now I can disappoint my manager while checking the time! Someone actually got VS Code running on an Apple Watch, which is both impressive and completely unnecessary—like implementing blockchain in a todo app. Sure, the screen is tiny, the keyboard non-existent, and you'll develop carpal tunnel in your neck from squinting, but hey—you can technically say "I'm coding" while pretending to check if it's time for lunch yet. The saddest part? Some startup is definitely adding "Apple Watch compatible" to their job requirements as we speak.

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."

Ah yes, the natural evolution of a gamer. First, you tolerate 30 FPS like some kind of barbarian. Then you ascend to 60 FPS and feel enlightened. At 144 FPS, you're practically a deity among mortals. But the final form? Having a $3000 gaming rig that collects dust while you spend 18 hours a day explaining to strangers why their preferred graphics card is objectively wrong. The true endgame isn't playing games—it's arguing about them with the passion of someone defending their doctoral thesis.

Ah yes, the prehistoric era of computing. Before 1956, programmers were just cavemen banging on two keys: 0 and 1. Need to compile your code? Just smash ENTER. Need a variable? That's what SPACE is for. Who needs fancy high-level languages when you can communicate directly with the machine using only existential dread and finger calluses? The most efficient debugging technique was just repeatedly hitting your head on the keyboard until something worked.