Unrealistic Expectations

That CPU temperature reading of 60102451134464.0°C suggests your computer has achieved nuclear fusion. Congratulations on creating a small sun inside your PC case. The good news is your utilization is only at 10% - imagine the temperature when you try to open Chrome. Probably just a minor overflow error, but I'd still recommend keeping a fire extinguisher nearby... and possibly notifying CERN.

When your dating life and file system both have compatibility issues. FAT32 is a file system with a 4GB file size limit that most developers have moved on from years ago - just like this guy's dating prospects. Nothing says "I'm still running Windows XP" quite like proudly declaring your love for obsolete storage formats while staring pensively at your multiple monitors.

Behold, the ultimate tech wizard in their natural habitat. Nothing says "I possess godlike powers" quite like unplugging a router for 10 seconds and magically restoring internet connectivity. The smug satisfaction is palpable—wielding that vintage computer like a trophy while basking in unearned technical glory. The mullet and sunglasses indoors are just bonus credentials on this hacker's resume. Next step: telling everyone you "reconfigured the network infrastructure" when all you did was turn it off and on again.

So RAM manufacturers are out here playing both sides like some kind of silicon cartel. They've been loyal to PC gamers for decades, but suddenly AI data centers show up with their billion-dollar budgets and infinite appetite for DDR5, and now gamers can't afford a decent 32GB kit without selling a kidney. The betrayal is real. One day you're building a gaming rig for a reasonable price, the next day Nvidia's buying up all the RAM for their H100 clusters and you're stuck with 16GB wondering why your Chrome tabs are swapping to disk. At least data centers pay enterprise prices—gamers just get the emotional damage and inflated MSRPs.

Grandma's out here dropping ancient wisdom about RAM being cheap, completely oblivious to the fact that DDR5 prices have turned PC builders into amateur loan officers. Back in her day, you could probably buy 256MB of RAM for the price of a sandwich. Now? A decent DDR5 kit costs more than your monthly streaming subscriptions combined. The generational gap in tech pricing is real – what used to be the budget-friendly component is now making people check their credit scores. Meanwhile, she's probably still running that Windows XP machine with 2GB of DDR2 that "works just fine for Facebook."

Ah, the sticker that launched a thousand panic attacks. For the youngsters: computers used to store years as two digits to save precious memory. So 1999 was just "99" in code. When 2000 hit, systems would roll over to "00" and potentially think it was 1900, causing chaos with calculations, dates, and potentially launching nuclear missiles (or so the media claimed). The solution? Turn everything off and hope for the best. Spoiler alert: we survived, but Best Buy made a killing selling these stickers to terrified boomers who thought their toasters might become sentient.