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We Still Talk About You jQuery

We Still Talk About You jQuery
jQuery is basically the ex that everyone still brings up at parties. Once the king of DOM manipulation and AJAX calls, jQuery made web development bearable back when Internet Explorer 6 was still haunting our nightmares. But now? It's buried six feet under, replaced by modern frameworks like React, Vue, and vanilla JavaScript that can actually do what jQuery did natively. The thing is, we can't stop talking about it. Every "modern web dev" discussion somehow circles back to "remember when we needed jQuery for everything?" It's like that one friend from high school who peaked early—we've all moved on, but the memories (and the legacy codebases) remain. Somewhere out there, a dusty WordPress site is still running jQuery 1.4.2, and honestly? It's probably fine.

It's Not That Bad After All... It Seems Hello Old Friend

It's Not That Bad After All... It Seems Hello Old Friend
When you're building a new PC or upgrading your rig and stumble upon that ancient DDR3 RAM stick in your drawer, suddenly the mental gymnastics begin. "DDR5 is expensive... DDR4 prices are still kinda high... but this DDR3? It's RIGHT HERE. It's FREE. It works, technically." The Bilbo Baggins energy is strong with this one—holding onto that old RAM like it's the One Ring. Sure, you bought DDR4 for your new build, but what if you just... kept the DDR3 around? You know, for emergencies. For that Pentium 4 build you'll definitely resurrect someday. For science. Spoiler: You'll keep it in a drawer for another 5 years, move it to three different apartments, and still refuse to throw it away because "it might be useful." The sunk cost fallacy meets hardware hoarding, and honestly? Respect.

Graphics Inflation

Graphics Inflation
Remember when 720p was basically IMAX quality and you felt like you were living in the future? Now it's what you get when your streaming service decides you don't deserve bandwidth. Same resolution, different emotional response. Back then, upgrading from 480p to 720p was like seeing for the first time. Now 720p is what loads when you're on your phone's hotspot in a Walmart parking lot. Technology didn't change—our standards did. Welcome to the hedonic treadmill, display edition.

Love Living In A Timeline Where MS Paint Has A Login Screen. What Went Wrong With Microsoft?

Love Living In A Timeline Where MS Paint Has A Login Screen. What Went Wrong With Microsoft?
Remember when you could just... open Paint and draw? Those were simpler times. Now Microsoft wants you to sign in with your Microsoft account just to scribble some pixels on a canvas. It's like needing a passport to use a crayon. The SpongeBob "Caveman" meme format captures the sheer absurdity perfectly—primitive brain trying to comprehend why a 30-year-old bitmap editor that literally just pushes RGB values around needs cloud integration and user authentication. Next thing you know, they'll add AI-powered brush strokes and a subscription tier for the color picker. This is peak modern Microsoft: take something that worked fine since Windows 3.1, "modernize" it by shoving Azure AD authentication down its throat, and call it innovation. Paint used to be 2MB of pure simplicity. Now it probably phones home more than Windows Telemetry.

404 Shower Not Found!

404 Shower Not Found!
When your personal hygiene goes offline and returns a 404 error. This shower curtain perfectly captures the developer lifestyle: even basic human necessities get the Internet Explorer treatment. The URL bar reading "http://www.shower.com" with that classic "Cannot find server" message is chef's kiss—because apparently bathing requires a stable internet connection now. The fact that it's styled as Internet Explorer makes it even better. Not only can you not find the shower, but you're also using the browser equivalent of a dial-up modem to search for it. "The page you are looking for is currently unavailable" hits different when you realize it's been three days since your last shower and your rubber duck is judging you. Pro tip: Have you tried clearing your cache? Or maybe just... stepping into the shower? The web site might be experiencing technical difficulties, but your coworkers are experiencing olfactory difficulties.

Is Anyone Else Feels The Same?

Is Anyone Else Feels The Same?
You know what's wild? Back in 2016, we were out here squeezing joy out of potatoes running at cinematic 20 FPS like we'd discovered fire. Now we've got machines that could render the Matrix in real-time, and somehow gaming feels like scrolling through Netflix for 2 hours before giving up. Turns out the real endgame wasn't better hardware—it was the struggle. The anticipation. The "will it run?" energy. When every game launch was a prayer and a BIOS update away from disaster, we appreciated it differently. Now everything just... works. And paradoxically, that's the problem. Same energy as finally getting senior dev salary but missing the ramen-fueled hackathon days. Sometimes limitations breed creativity and joy. Sometimes suffering builds character. Or maybe we're just getting old and nostalgic. Probably both.

Which One Were You?

Which One Were You?
Let's be real: if you held CDs and DVDs by the edges like a civilized human being, you were probably the same person who actually wrote documentation and used meaningful variable names. Meanwhile, the rest of us were out here fingerprinting the data side like we were booking suspects at a police station, wondering why our burned copies of Linux ISOs kept failing the checksum. The "filthy animal" crew also definitely had that one scratched-to-hell disc that somehow still worked 60% of the time, and we'd spend 20 minutes cleaning it with our shirt before every use. Different times, same chaotic energy we bring to production deployments today.

I Miss My Computer

I Miss My Computer
Microsoft really said "we know what's best for you" and turned our beloved "My Computer" into the soulless corporate speak "This PC." Back in 2009, your computer felt like yours —a personal machine you had control over. Fast forward to 2026, and it's just another device in the cloud ecosystem that phones home more often than E.T. The rename wasn't just cosmetic—it symbolized the shift from owning your machine to merely using a terminal that Microsoft graciously lets you access. Your files? OneDrive. Your settings? Synced to the cloud. Your privacy? What privacy? The "This PC" era came with telemetry, forced updates, and the constant reminder that you're not the admin anymore, you're just a guest with elevated privileges. Yeah, we see what you did there, Microsoft. We see it, and we're still salty about it.

Well, I Guess I Have My Kids House Deposit Sorted!

Well, I Guess I Have My Kids House Deposit Sorted!
Someone's hoarding a box full of old RAM sticks like they're vintage Pokémon cards, convinced they're sitting on a goldmine. Spoiler alert: DDR2 and DDR3 RAM from 2008 isn't exactly fetching Bitcoin prices on eBay. That Samsung 4GB stick? Worth about as much as a fancy coffee. Maybe two if you find someone desperate. The delusion is real though. We've all been there—keeping obsolete hardware because "it might be worth something someday" or "I could use it for a project." Narrator: They never did. Meanwhile, you're one drawer away from becoming a tech hoarder with a garage full of IDE cables and VGA adapters. Fun fact: The entire box is probably worth less than a single modern 32GB DDR5 stick. But hey, at least you can build a really inefficient space heater by running all those sticks simultaneously in some Frankenstein build.

Game Devs Then And Now

Game Devs Then And Now
Back in the day, game devs were basically wizards who could fit an entire PlayStation game into a 64 MB N64 cartridge through sheer coding sorcery and optimization black magic. They were out here writing assembly code by candlelight, compressing textures with their bare hands, and making every single byte COUNT. Fast forward to today and we've got 300 GB behemoths that somehow STILL launch with missing features, game-breaking bugs, and a roadmap promising "the rest of the game will arrive via DLC." Like, bestie, you had 300,000 MB and couldn't finish it? The old devs are rolling in their ergonomic office chairs. We went from "every kilobyte is precious" to "eh, just download another 80 GB patch" real quick. The doge's disappointed face says it all—we traded craftsmanship for storage space and called it progress. Iconic.

Pepperidge Farm Remembers Code By Hand

Pepperidge Farm Remembers Code By Hand
Back in the dark ages of computer science exams, you'd sit there with a pencil and paper, manually writing out your code like some kind of medieval scribe. No autocomplete, no syntax highlighting, no Stack Overflow to copy from—just you, your brain, and the absolute terror of forgetting a single parenthesis that would make your entire program invalid. The real kicker? You couldn't even test if it worked. You'd hand in your paper code and just pray to the compiler gods that you didn't mess up somewhere on line 47. One missing semicolon and your entire grade goes down the drain. Modern devs with their fancy IDEs that auto-close brackets don't know the struggle of counting parentheses on your fingers like you're doing elementary school math. Fun fact: Studies show that programmers who learned to code by hand developed an irrational fear of whiteboard interviews that persists to this day.

Pixels Used To Hit Different Back In The Day

Pixels Used To Hit Different Back In The Day
Remember when 720p felt like you were watching reality itself unfold before your eyes? Now the same resolution looks like someone smeared Vaseline on your screen. Our brains literally rewired themselves to expect 4K everything, and now 720p triggers the same disgust response as finding a semicolon in Python code. It's the tech equivalent of going back to your childhood home and realizing everything was way smaller than you remembered. Except instead of your house shrinking, your pixel standards inflated faster than a startup's valuation during a funding round. The pixels didn't change—we just became insufferable resolution snobs.