The RAM Aristocracy

Ah, the PS/2 ports—where mice and keyboards went to die before USB came along and made everything better. If you recognize these ancient circular connectors without Googling, congratulations! You're officially old enough to have debugged Y2K bugs and probably still have a drawer full of IDE cables "just in case." The blue one's for mice, the green one's for keyboards, and getting them mixed up was the original "USB superposition" before USB-C made us all flip connectors three times. Remember the satisfying click when you finally got the pins aligned? And the sheer panic when you bent one? Good times. Kids these days will never know the joy of rebooting because you dared to unplug your keyboard.

Nah, you got exactly what you paid for. That's DDR5 alright – Dance Dance Revolution 5, the arcade classic. Those gold contact pins? Premium quality dance pad material right there. Honestly though, at current DDR5 prices, this might actually be the better investment. At least you can resell this at a retro gaming convention without losing half its value in six months. Plus it probably has better latency than your motherboard's memory controller anyway. The real question is: can it run Crysis?

Ah, the classic corporate disconnect between expectations and resources. They want you to build the equivalent of a commercial airliner—a complex, multi-layered full-stack application with databases, APIs, and a slick UI—but they've equipped you with the computational equivalent of a tricycle. Nothing says "we believe in your abilities" quite like asking you to handle 50GB Docker containers on a machine that struggles to run Notepad++. The best part? When it inevitably crashes, they'll wonder why you couldn't make it fly.

The duality of a programmer's financial decision-making. Agonizing over a $50 purchase for basic necessities, but dropping $2500+ on a new PC with the emotional investment of someone commenting on the weather. "Yes, very sad. Anyway." The RAM wasn't going to upgrade itself, and those compile times weren't getting any shorter on the old machine. It's not an addiction if you can justify it with "productivity gains."

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."

The eternal struggle between man and Molex connector. Those 4-pin power connectors have the grip strength of a hydraulic press and the stubbornness of a legacy codebase. They sit there, mocking you, as your fingernails break and your palms bleed trying to disconnect them from your motherboard. And just when you think you need actual boxing training to defeat this inanimate object, you realize you could have just used a small tool instead of treating your PC build like a street fight.