Lol From Aussie I Tdude

Ah, posting your private key on the internet. The digital equivalent of leaving your house keys under the doormat... except the doormat is in Times Square with a neon sign pointing to it. For the uninitiated, this is showing an OpenSSL-generated RSA private key - the secret half of public-key cryptography that should NEVER be shared. It's basically the master key to your digital kingdom. Posting it online is security suicide. Ten years of hardening your infrastructure just to casually drop your private key in a screenshot. Classic.

Ah, the ancient IT support psychological warfare technique! Instead of embarrassing users with the classic "is it plugged in?" question (which it never is), this genius IT veteran gives them a dignified escape route. "Unplug the cable, blow on it dramatically like it's a Nintendo cartridge from 1992, and plug it back in." Pure brilliance! The user gets to pretend they're performing critical maintenance rather than admitting they never plugged the damn thing in to begin with. It's the tech support equivalent of letting someone "find" their glasses on top of their own head. Kindness through deception - the cornerstone of all healthy IT-user relationships!

The cybersecurity guy who just implemented 27 new password policies, blocked your favorite debugging tools as "security risks," and forced you to switch to a VPN that disconnects every 15 minutes. Meanwhile your actual work takes 3x longer now, but hey—at least nobody can hack the system that nobody can use! The cherry on top? That smug "No need to thank me" attitude while developers contemplate whether prison time for strangling the security team would be worth it.

When the hotel advertises "high-speed internet" but you show up and it's just two ethernet cables you need to physically connect between buildings. Sure, technically it's a "direct connection" with "no router bottlenecks." Next they'll tell me their cloud service is just a USB stick taped to a weather balloon.

When you try to look tech-savvy but accidentally announce you're deleting your own brain. 127.0.0.1 (localhost) is basically your computer talking to itself - it's like announcing "I found a virus in the mirror!" and then using the nuclear option rm -rf (delete everything recursively, no questions asked) on yourself. The traceroute command is just chef's kiss perfection - trying to trace a route to something that's already inside you. It's like calling your own phone to ask where your phone is. Billionaire tech genius status: REVOKED .

Ah, the infamous Yandex CAPTCHA that's somehow both a security measure and an eye exam from hell. Nothing says "we value your security" quite like forcing you to decipher text that looks like it was written by someone having a seizure while riding a mechanical bull. The irony of a "Security 202" course that requires you to type "delicious erection" to prove you're human is just *chef's kiss*. Somewhere, a security engineer is giggling uncontrollably at their desk while users squint desperately at their screens.