The Power Button Of Doom

OH MY GOD, the ABSOLUTE STATE of game development in 2035! 😂 Two game devs practically LOSING THEIR MINDS with hysterical laughter over the most REVOLUTIONARY concept ever - a game that can run on a WHOPPING 24GB of VRAM! Meanwhile, current AAA games are already devouring our graphics cards like they're at an all-you-can-eat VRAM buffet! At this rate, by 2035 we'll need small nuclear reactors just to run the title screen of GTA 7! The optimization apocalypse is upon us, people!

The gaming industry's evolution is less "technological advancement" and more "descent into madness." Old-school devs were optimization wizards who could fit entire games into kilobytes and make them run on calculators. They'd offer free demos because they actually wanted people to enjoy their creations. Meanwhile, modern "Triple A" studios are out here shipping 50GB games that still need a 50GB day-one patch, requiring NASA-grade hardware just to hit 30fps, and forcing always-online connections for single-player experiences because apparently tracking your every move is an "essential feature." And let's not forget the bizarre workplace environments where employees are apparently... stealing breast milk? I'm not even going to ask what kind of agile methodology that falls under.

The joke here is that 60,000 rows is an absolutely tiny dataset in modern data engineering. Like, microscopic. A competent data engineer could process this on a 10-year-old laptop while running a YouTube video in the background. It's like bragging that your car overheated after driving to the end of your driveway. Any data pipeline that can't handle 60K rows without hardware failure is the computational equivalent of a paper airplane trying to carry passengers across the Atlantic. Real data engineers regularly process billions of rows without breaking a sweat. This is why everyone's laughing - it's the equivalent of someone claiming to be a weightlifting champion because they can lift a gallon of milk.

Ordered an Intel i9 for $29.99 with "free shipping" and got this masterpiece of engineering. That's not thermal paste under the plastic wrap—it's the tears of whoever tried to compile React on this thing. Comes with exclusive features like "runs at 0.01 GHz" and "melts when you open Chrome." The rubber bands are actually the most advanced component here—they're holding together both the CPU and your shattered dreams of running anything more complex than a calculator app.

The existential crisis of modern gaming: you've got 128GB of storage, 127GB of games you love, and a new 60GB title you desperately want to play. Suddenly you're Negan from The Walking Dead, forcing yourself to choose which beloved digital child gets sacrificed to the storage gods. "But I might play it again someday!" you whisper, as you reluctantly hover over the uninstall button for that RPG you haven't touched in 18 months. The psychological warfare between attachment and practicality is more brutal than any boss fight.

Storage space? No problem. 1TB? Plenty. But 43GB of RAM? That's where the smile fades. The meme perfectly captures that moment when you find a cool AI model (deepseek-1:70b) that could run locally, but then reality hits—your machine needs more RAM than most data centers. It's like being told you can have a Ferrari, but only if you can fit it in your studio apartment. The five stages of AI grief: excitement, hope, realization, despair, and finally acceptance that cloud computing exists for a reason.