Well, At Least I Don't Have To Worry About Fur

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.

So apparently launching a text editor in 2014 triggered a decade-long domino effect that's now DEVOURING all our RAM like some kind of Chrome-powered black hole. Thanks, Electron! Who knew that wrapping every single app in an entire Chromium browser would have consequences? Remember when 8GB was considered "enthusiast tier"? Now it's barely enough to run Slack, VS Code, and maybe—MAYBE—a browser with three tabs open before your computer starts making sounds like a jet engine preparing for takeoff. The prophecy has been fulfilled: every app is now secretly a web browser in a trench coat, and your RAM is paying the price. The real tragedy? We can't even be mad because these Electron apps are genuinely useful. We're just... stuck watching our memory usage climb while muttering "it was better in the terminal days" like grumpy old devs.

Remember when AMD was the affordable alternative to NVIDIA's wallet-destroying GPUs? Well, that fairy tale just died a fiery death. The 9060 XT at $299 for a measly 8GB is AMD's villain origin story – they've crossed to the dark side of premium pricing. It's like watching your favorite indie band sign with a major label and suddenly charge $200 for nosebleed seats. The betrayal is palpable. Gamers everywhere are dramatically screaming "NOOOOOO" into the void while their credit cards weep silently in their wallets.

The corporate boardroom at NVIDIA is a special kind of hell. When the boss says "We need to make better GPUs," two executives immediately jump to the money-making strategies: "Add more AI upscaling features!" and "Make it £2000!" Meanwhile, the lone reasonable employee suggests "Maybe some more v-ram and price it fairly." Next frame: That employee gets defenestrated from the building. Because nothing says "valued team member" like being thrown through a window for suggesting consumer-friendly features instead of wallet-draining AI buzzwords. Fun fact: NVIDIA's latest GPUs cost more than my first car, but at least they can render my tears in real-time ray-traced 8K.

Turns out your AI girlfriend is just a GPU running hot in a server farm somewhere. Strip away the fancy filters and you're dating $1500 worth of silicon that's probably mining crypto behind your back when you're not looking. At least she'll never complain about the room temperature – she's already running at 85°C.

When your wife says "it's the memory that counts" and your programmer brain interprets it literally. The poor guy bought 32GB of RAM thinking he was being romantic! The ultimate technical pun that only a developer could come up with - confusing computer memory with sentimental memories. Meanwhile, his wife probably wanted chocolates or flowers, but instead got enough RAM to run Chrome with more than three tabs open. That's what happens when you take relationship advice from Stack Overflow instead of actual humans.