The RAM Aristocracy

When someone asks my age, I don't give them a number—I just show them PS/2 ports. If they recognize these ancient keyboard and mouse connectors without Googling, we're from the same tech paleolithic era. These circular relics with their color-coded pins were the USB of the '90s, except they required perfect alignment and a small prayer to connect properly. Nothing says "I witnessed the dial-up apocalypse" quite like remembering to check which color goes where. Kids these days with their USB-C will never know the satisfaction of that perfect *click* when you finally got it right after three attempts.

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.

That awkward moment when your Mastercard-branded mouse contains actual liquid. Forbidden developer fuel right there! The mouse designer clearly misunderstood the concept of "liquid assets." This is what happens when the UX team takes "fluid interface" too literally. Next thing you know, they'll be putting RAM in actual sheep and wondering why the system keeps falling asleep.

THE AUDACITY! The literal creator of Git and Linux - revolutionary tools that power our entire digital universe - has a modest standing desk and basic setup. Meanwhile, some random tech influencer who probably can't write a for-loop without Stack Overflow has a nuclear-powered RGB spaceship with enough monitors to surveil a small country! The irony is SUFFOCATING me. The person who built the foundation of modern computing doesn't need 47 fans glowing like a radioactive Christmas tree to validate his existence. True genius requires only a functional workspace and ZERO rainbow lighting.

Your poor little GPU just got SNAPPED into the minimum system requirements list! 💀 The absolute AUDACITY of game developers to demand your precious graphics card that you paid your entire life savings for! One day your hardware is top-tier, the next it's barely scraping by the MINIMUM specs. Ray tracing isn't just lighting effects—it's literally tracing the path to your empty bank account! Your gaming rig is now officially on life support, and the doctor just called time of death. RIP sweet prince of pixels! 🪦

SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVENS! The sheer ECSTASY when your assembly code finally compiles after 47 hours of staring at hexadecimal nightmares! The meme shows "org.asm" which is basically the file extension for assembly code, but cleverly looks like something... ahem... more pleasurable . Because let's be honest, getting assembly to work is basically the programming equivalent of finding the G-spot while blindfolded and wearing oven mitts. IMPOSSIBLE YET SOMEHOW YOU DID IT!