Stop Using The Word "Bricked" If You Don't Know What It Means

The cobbler's children have no shoes, and the programmer's house has no smart tech—just a demonic printer that might need to be put down at any moment. Nothing captures the duality of tech life better than this. Non-tech people building smart homes with IoT everything, while actual developers know better than to invite that chaos into their lives. We're too busy fixing bugs at work to come home and debug why our refrigerator is suddenly speaking Portuguese and ordering 50 gallons of milk. And that printer? The universal enemy. The one piece of technology that has somehow escaped decades of innovation and remains stubbornly, maliciously stupid. It senses fear and feeds on desperation. It requires blood sacrifice to print a simple PDF.

Oh the existential crisis of realizing kids think floppy disks are just weird 3D-printed save icons! That 3.5" diskette in the image—with its mighty 1.44MB capacity—was once cutting-edge tech that could store approximately 1/3000th of your average smartphone photo. Back then, we'd physically insert our data into computers like barbarians instead of summoning it from the mystical cloud. The real kicker? That little plastic square outlived its usefulness decades ago but somehow achieved digital immortality as an icon. It's like using a hieroglyph emoji—nobody's seen the real thing in ages, but we all know what it means!

What happens when Richard Stallman designs transportation? You get this monstrosity - a vehicle so free it's practically anarchist. The license plate says it all: pure, unfiltered hatred for proprietary drivers. This is peak FOSS evangelism on wheels. The solar panels aren't just for energy - they're a political statement. And of course Windows are bloat - they probably add at least 2GB to the car's weight. The stuffed GNU mascot instead of a rearview mirror is just *chef's kiss* - safety regulations are just another form of proprietary control anyway.

The escalating terror of computer components at 100% utilization is painfully accurate. GPU and CPU maxed out? Mildly concerning but whatever. Disk at 100%? Now we're entering horror territory. RAM maxed? Pure dread as your system crawls to a halt. But VRM (Voltage Regulator Module) at 100%? That's straight-up "prepare for your hardware funeral" territory. Nothing says "I should have bought a better power supply" like the smell of burning electronics and the sight of your precious gaming rig becoming a very expensive paperweight. The progression from "this is fine" to "call the fire department" has never been more accurately depicted.

When your gaming laptop hits 90°C and the warranty doesn't cover "acts of stupidity." That moment when you've tried everything—closing Chrome tabs, elevating the laptop, praying to the silicon gods—and then you remember that ancient cooling technique from the Paleolithic era. Sure, squirting water directly onto electronics is basically baptizing your motherboard into the church of permanent damage, but hey, at least you'll have those 3 seconds of reduced temperature before the smoke signals start!

Remember when game devs hand-crafted assembly code to squeeze every cycle out of the PS2? Now they just throw more lights at the problem and hope DLSS will save them. Modern devs staring at their RTX 5090 wondering why their unoptimized mess runs like a slideshow. "But I added ray-tracing!" Yeah, and your grass simulation is calculating the aerodynamics of each individual blade. Maybe learn to write a shader that doesn't require NASA's computing budget.