Well... That's Not What I Meant

Ah yes, the classic Microsoft experience. A beefy gaming rig that could probably simulate the heat death of the universe, but Windows 11 is like "nah, I'll pass." The real system requirement they don't tell you about is a virgin sacrifice under the full moon while Bill Gates watches through your webcam. That Threadripper could calculate pi to the last digit before your McDonald's order is ready, but Microsoft's TPM requirement says "best I can do is Windows 10."

Oh. My. GOD. Someone has constructed the most MAGNIFICENT throne in existence using nothing but discarded keyboards! 👑 This is what happens when you hoard every single keyboard since 1997 instead of throwing them away "just in case." The Iron Throne? PLEASE. The Keyboard Throne reigns supreme in the Seven Kingdoms of Cubicle Land, where the one who sits upon it commands absolute power over the Git repository. Whoever occupies this monstrosity clearly has the authority to reject ALL pull requests without explanation. Bow down, peasants!

Ah, the evolution of game development—from heroic optimization wizards to corporate dumpster fires. Remember when devs were literal coding gods who could fit entire games in kilobytes and make them run on a potato? Now we've got these "Triple A" clowns shipping 50GB broken messes, requiring NASA computers, and forcing you to be online just to play a single-player game. The best part is the "optimization" advice. "Just buy a better PC, bro" is the game dev equivalent of "have you tried turning it off and on again?" except it costs you $2000. And let's not even address whatever the hell is happening with that breast milk situation. Modern gaming, everyone! 👏

Nothing beats the pure ecstasy of using that little red TrackPoint nub on ThinkPads. Touchscreens? Meh. Mouse? Whatever. But that tiny red dot that barely moves and gives you carpal tunnel after 5 minutes? ABSOLUTE NIRVANA. It's like the keyboard equivalent of preferring dial-up internet because you "enjoy the anticipation." Only true keyboard warriors know the special relationship between a developer and their pointing stick—a relationship that's equal parts Stockholm syndrome and masochism.

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.

Console gamers sobbing because they can't play a 20-year-old title without paying for yet another remaster, while PC gamers casually run ancient games on cutting-edge hardware like it's no big deal. The true irony? Console makers talk about "ecosystem" while Steam is over here actually preserving gaming history. Your $3000 graphics card running Morrowind at 400 FPS with mods is peak gaming culture.