It's English, Captain, But Not as We Know It

I play videogames -- several hours today already, in fact.

I read comics.

I even read comics about gaming.

But sometimes -- like today's Ctrl+Alt+Del -- I haven't the slightest idea what the hell anyone is talking about.

(Usually, I call this the "Penny Arcade effect," but this time it's a different trigger.)

Seriously, that comic might as well be written in Latvian -- it's about a game, and the two guys are complaining about some change in that game, but that's about all I can make out. This must be what it feels like to be old and out-of-touch.