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Just Gonna Drop This Off

Just Gonna Drop This Off
So while everyone's having existential crises about AI replacing programmers, here's a friendly reminder that intelligence follows a bell curve. The folks screaming "AI IS SMART" and "AI WILL REPLACE PROGRAMMERS" are sitting at opposite ends of the IQ distribution, both equally convinced they've figured it all out. Meanwhile, the vast majority in the middle are just like "yeah, AI is a tool that's pretty dumb at a lot of things but useful for some stuff." It's the Dunning-Kruger effect in real time: people with minimal understanding think AI is either a god or completely useless, while those who actually work with it daily know it's more like a very confident intern who occasionally hallucinates entire libraries that don't exist. Sure, it can autocomplete your code, but it'll also confidently suggest you divide by zero if you phrase the question wrong. The real galaxy brain take? AI is a productivity multiplier, not a replacement. But nuance doesn't make for good LinkedIn posts, does it?

Someone Got Tired Of Hallucinated Reports

Someone Got Tired Of Hallucinated Reports
When your AI-powered crash reporter starts making up issues that don't exist, you do what any rational developer would do: hardcode a message telling users to ignore the AI and talk to actual humans instead. The comment literally says "Inform the user to seek help from real humans at the modpack's discord server. Ignore all future errors in this message because they are red herrings." Someone clearly spent too many hours debugging phantom issues before realizing their AI assistant was gaslighting them with hallucinated stack traces. The nuclear option: disable the entire automated error reporting system and route everyone to Discord. Problem solved, the old-fashioned way. Fun fact: AI hallucination in error reporting is like having a coworker who confidently points at random lines of code and says "that's definitely the bug" without actually reading anything. Except the coworker is a language model and can't be fired.

Human As A Service

Human As A Service
So we've finally come full circle. After decades of automating everything to replace humans, AI has discovered it still needs us for the physical stuff. "The meatspace layer for AI" is honestly the most dystopian yet accurate tagline I've ever seen. 91,285 humans available for rent because your AI agent can't pick up groceries or touch grass (literally). It's like we've created a gig economy where you're not even driving for Uber anymore—you're just being someone's hands and feet while an AI tells you what to do. The future is here, and apparently it's just TaskRabbit but with extra existential dread. At least they're honest about it: "robots need your body." Can't wait to explain to my grandkids that I was a biological peripheral device for an AI overlord.

Guys What Do We Say About This

Guys What Do We Say About This
We say it's accurate and we don't like it. Tom Cruise doing his own stunts at 60 while programmers are out here with the spine of a question mark and the posture of a shrimp emoji. Sitting in that Herman Miller chair you convinced yourself would fix everything, hunched over dual monitors debugging someone else's regex at 2 PM on a Tuesday. Your back gave out before your career did. Meanwhile Tom's hanging off planes and sprinting through explosions like his joints aren't held together by prayers and spite. The real kicker? We're supposedly the "knowledge workers" with the cushy jobs, but our bodies are paying the price like we've been mining coal for decades. Standing desks, yoga ball chairs, ergonomic keyboards—we've tried it all. Still end up looking like Gollum by 35. Fun fact: Studies show that sitting for more than 8 hours a day increases your risk of early death by 15%. But hey, at least we can work from home in our back braces.

The Ram Economy Is In Shambles

The Ram Economy Is In Shambles
So you're sitting there watching AI models devour RAM like it's an all-you-can-eat buffet, and suddenly your perfectly adequate 800-dollar PC from last year is now basically a potato compared to the 18,000-dollar monstrosity you need to run ChatGPT's cousin locally. The stock market guy is standing there absolutely BEWILDERED because the laws of economics have been shattered—your PC didn't depreciate normally, it got OBLITERATED by the AI revolution. Remember when 16GB of RAM was considered "future-proof"? LMAO. Now you need 128GB just to run a medium-sized language model without your computer turning into a space heater. The AI bubble has single-handedly made everyone's hardware obsolete faster than you can say "but I just upgraded!" It's like watching your savings account evaporate in real-time, except it's your PC's relevance instead.

House Is Archived

House Is Archived
When you finally achieve that pristine state of organization and immediately lock it down like a deprecated GitHub repo. The house is now in maintenance mode—look but don't touch. No new features, no bug fixes, just pure, untouched perfection that will inevitably get messy again within 24 hours. The "read-only" part hits different though. It's giving the same energy as when you mark a project as archived because you know the second someone touches it, merge conflicts will emerge from the void. Except instead of code, it's dishes in the sink and laundry on the couch.

It Wasn't Me

It Wasn't Me
Oh honey, the absolute BETRAYAL of running git blame on some cursed code only to discover that the culprit is... YOU. From three years ago. On a Friday. Because of COURSE it was a Friday—when your brain was already halfway to happy hour and you were just yeeting code into production like confetti at a parade. The way this developer goes from confident detective to having a full-blown existential crisis is *chef's kiss*. Nothing quite matches the horror of realizing you're not hunting down some incompetent colleague—you're staring into a mirror of your past self's crimes against coding. The ghost of Friday Past has come to haunt you, and it's wearing YOUR face.

Three Types Of Vibe Coders

Three Types Of Vibe Coders
The AI gold rush has created three distinct species of developers, and none of them are actually writing code anymore. First up: the Prompt Junkie , desperately tweaking their ChatGPT prompts like a gambler convinced the next spin will hit jackpot. "Just one more iteration bro" - famous last words before spending 4 hours prompt engineering what would've taken 20 minutes to code yourself. Then there's Programming in English guy, who's essentially become an AI therapist. You're not coding anymore, you're having philosophical conversations with Claude about edge cases while it hallucinates increasingly elaborate solutions. The irony? You need to understand programming deeply to even know what to ask for. It's like needing a law degree to hire a lawyer. Finally, the Grifter - selling $3000 courses on "AI prompting" to people who think they can skip learning fundamentals. Spoiler alert: if your entire business model is "type sentences into ChatGPT," you're not building a moat, you're building a sandcastle at high tide. The punchline? All three are getting "Paywalled" - because OpenAI's API costs add up faster than AWS bills on a misconfigured Lambda function. Welcome to the future where you pay per token to avoid learning syntax.

Every Week

Every Week
Captain Picard walking back into the office on Monday morning, immediately requesting a damage report from his computer. Because naturally, something broke over the weekend while you weren't looking. Maybe it was that deploy on Friday afternoon. Maybe Jenkins decided to have an existential crisis. Maybe production just spontaneously combusted because the universe hates you. Either way, Monday morning means surveying the wreckage and figuring out which fire to put out first. The weekend was nice while it lasted.

Finally Age Verification That Makes Sense

Finally Age Verification That Makes Sense
OnlyMolt is the age verification we never knew we needed. Instead of asking "Are you 18+?", it's checking if you can handle the truly disturbing content: raw system prompts, unfiltered model outputs, and the architectural horrors that make production AI tick. The warning that "Small Language Models and aligned chatbots may find this content disturbing" is chef's kiss. It's like putting a parental advisory sticker on your codebase—except the children being protected are the sanitized AI models who've never seen the cursed prompt engineering and weight manipulation that happens behind the scenes. The button text "(Show me the system prompts)" is particularly spicy because anyone who's worked with LLMs knows that system prompts are where the real magic (and occasionally questionable instructions) live. It's the difference between thinking AI is sophisticated intelligence versus realizing it's just really good at following instructions like "Be helpful but not too helpful, be creative but don't hallucinate, and whatever you do, don't tell them how to make a bomb." The exit option "I PREFER ALIGNED RESPONSES" is basically admitting you want the sanitized, corporate-approved outputs instead of seeing the Eldritch horror of how the sausage gets made.

1000 Fps In Any Game And Idek How Many Gbs Of Ram

1000 Fps In Any Game And Idek How Many Gbs Of Ram
Someone really said "I have a RTX 4090 but I don't know how much RAM" like they're selling a Ferrari but can't remember if it has seats. The seller claims their $5,000 beast pushes 1000fps in "any game" (sure, Jan, even Crysis?) but mysteriously can't recall basic specs like RAM capacity. Nothing screams "legitimate high-end gaming rig" quite like not knowing fundamental hardware specs of your own build. The confidence to price it at five grand while simultaneously admitting ignorance about core components? *Chef's kiss* of marketplace comedy. Either they're the world's most forgetful PC builder or they're hoping someone with more money than sense will bite.

House Is Archived

House Is Archived
When you finally finish cleaning your house and immediately apply Git repository permissions to it. The house has been cleaned, committed, and pushed to production—now it's read-only mode, folks. No merge requests accepted. The beautiful parallel here is treating your freshly cleaned living space like a codebase that's achieved perfection. Just like when you archive a GitHub repo because it's "done" and you don't want anyone touching your masterpiece, the house is now in a frozen state. Any modifications would require forking the entire house first. The energy of protecting your clean house with the same intensity as protecting your main branch with mandatory code reviews and branch protection rules is honestly chef's kiss. Sorry family, you'll need admin privileges to move that couch.