The Only Justifiable Gaming Tax

The bear vs wolf meme perfectly captures how system requirements have evolved over time. Modern AAA games demand absurd hardware specs (RTX 5090, 64GB RAM, 1TB SSD) while the original DOOM from 1993 will happily run on a potato with two wires sticking out of it. The title about "running it in GitHub Actions" is the chef's kiss - some dev figured out how to bypass buying a gaming rig by abusing CI/CD infrastructure to play games on company hardware. Classic developer resourcefulness. Your DevOps team hates this one simple trick!

The duality of dev life on full display. Top: Linus Torvalds, who revolutionized computing with a simple standing desk, basic setup, and pure genius. Bottom: Your average YouTube "coding expert" with a NASA mission control center who can barely center a div. Proof that RGB lighting is inversely proportional to actual programming skills. The universe's most reliable metric: the more humble the setup, the more terrifying the code.

First we had "Jesus has risen" for Easter. Now we have "Jesus has RYZEN" because apparently the son of God upgraded to AMD processors. The divine computing power to run the universe's simulation requires nothing less than a high-end CPU. Bet heaven's render farm makes your gaming rig look like a pocket calculator. And you thought your server resurrection after a crash was impressive.

SWEET MOTHER OF TASK MANAGER! This PC hasn't been rebooted in 397 DAYS ! That's not a computer, it's a digital hostage situation! With 3546 threads and 122476 handles, this machine isn't running programs—it's collecting them like some deranged digital hoarder. The Chrome icon in the taskbar is just the cherry on top of this CPU nightmare sundae. That poor 1.66 GHz processor is basically running a marathon with cement shoes. Whoever owns this PC definitely believes that the "X" button means "make it disappear forever" rather than "close the application." 💀

NASA sent humans to the actual moon using computers with 4KB of RAM—roughly the size of a modern email signature. Meanwhile, your beast of a machine with an RTX card and 16GB of RAM crashes because you dared to open a second Chrome tab while Photoshop was running. The digital equivalent of a Ferrari that stalls when you turn on the radio. Progress?

Looking at your screen under a microscope and seeing a dead subpixel is like finding out your most reliable team member quit without notice. That little RGB soldier fought valiantly to display your hideous CSS color choices for years, only to burn out while rendering yet another gradient button that could've just been flat. Pour one out for the fallen homie—he never complained about your 16.7 million color requests, not even once.