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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.

Are You This Old??

Are You This Old??
Dial-up internet connection dialogs were the loading screens of the ancient times. You'd literally have to input a phone number, hear the modem screech like a dying robot, and pray nobody picked up the landline while you were downloading a 2MB file. The best part? That "Save password for anyone who uses this computer" option was basically the original zero-trust security model... except backwards. Nothing says "cybersecurity" like storing ISP credentials in plaintext for the entire household to accidentally nuke your connection mid-download. If you remember this screen, you also remember the existential dread of someone yelling "I NEED TO USE THE PHONE" while you were 95% done downloading a Winamp skin.

Real

Real
Remember when 720p felt like you were looking through a window into another dimension? Now it looks like someone smeared Vaseline on your screen. Technology has spoiled us to the point where anything below 1080p feels like watching through a potato. The bottom panel's crying emoji perfectly captures that nostalgic heartbreak when you realize your childhood "HD" experience would make your current self physically recoil. It's like going back to play your favorite PS2 game and wondering if you were legally blind as a kid. Fun fact: 720p has 921,600 pixels while 4K has 8,294,400 pixels. That's almost 9x more pixels judging your life choices.

Dude, I'M Rich

Dude, I'M Rich
DDR1 RAM. 333MHz. 1GB. The holy trinity of obsolete hardware that's been sitting in your drawer since 2003. Finding this relic and thinking you've struck gold is the tech equivalent of discovering your old Beanie Babies collection and checking eBay, only to realize the market crashed two decades ago. Back when DDR1 was cutting edge, we were still arguing about whether Firefox would dethrone Internet Explorer. Now? This RAM stick has less memory than a single Chrome tab uses. But hey, at least it's "ValueSelect" – Corsair's budget line that was basically the store-brand cereal of memory modules. The real kicker? You can't even give this away on Craigslist. It's too old to be useful and too new to be vintage. Welcome to tech purgatory, where your "riches" are worth approximately $0.37 and a firm handshake.

Back In Time

Back In Time
Modern RGB gaming rigs with their NVMe SSDs and 64GB RAM boot faster than you can blink, and they have the audacity to apologize for taking 3 seconds. Meanwhile, that beige tower from 2003 needed a solid 10 minutes just to POST, let alone load Windows XP. You'd literally hit the power button, go make coffee, check your email on your phone, come back, and it'd still be whirring away like a jet engine trying to load the desktop icons one by one. The real kicker? That ancient machine would take 5 minutes just to get to the point where you could click on Need For Speed: Underground. Then another 5 for the game to actually load. Kids these days complaining about 2-second load screens have no idea about the character-building experience of waiting for a single application to launch while listening to your hard drive sound like it's grinding gravel.

How People Used To Buy RAM

How People Used To Buy RAM
Back in the day, you'd hand over a crisp Benjamin and walk away with a single stick of DDR5 32GB RAM. Now? That same $100 gets you maybe 16GB if you're lucky, or a subscription to someone's cloud storage. The good old days when RAM prices made sense and you didn't need to take out a second mortgage just to upgrade your rig. Those were simpler times, when memory was actually affordable and not treated like precious metals on the stock exchange.

Cod Be Like

Cod Be Like
Back in the day, game devs were out here coding ENTIRE ROLLERCOASTER TYCOONS in Assembly language like absolute psychopaths, fitting shooters into 97KB (yes, KILOBYTES), and somehow making games run on potatoes while also having bodies that could bench press a small car. They were built different, both literally and figuratively. Fast forward to now and we've got AAA studios crying about how they can't fix bugs because someone's allegedly stealing breast milk (?!), shipping 50GB games that require another 50GB day-one patch, telling you to buy a NASA-grade PC just so their unoptimized mess doesn't crash every 5 minutes, and blaming YOU—the player—for their always-online singleplayer game being broken. The devolution is REAL and it's SPECTACULAR in the worst way possible. We went from "I made this masterpiece fit on a floppy disk" to "Sorry, the game is 200GB and still doesn't work, also here's $70 worth of microtransactions." The bar went from the moon straight to the Earth's core.

Real

Real
Oh, the AUDACITY of modern gaming rigs with their instant boot times and RGB everything! Meanwhile, that beige tower from 2003 is out here taking a full coffee break just to POST. You could literally make a sandwich, contemplate your life choices, AND question why you're still keeping that ancient machine in the closet before it even shows you the Windows XP logo. But hey, at least it gave you time to mentally prepare for the underground racing glory that awaited. Those were the days when "fast boot" meant anything under 5 minutes and you genuinely had to schedule your gaming sessions around boot time. The newer generation will NEVER understand the character-building experience of watching that loading bar crawl across the screen like a sloth on sedatives.