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130109.3. I was waiting in line to pay for purchases at a local store the other day. The customer in front of me decided at the last moment not to purchase a toy. Ordinary moment but it caught my attention because the toy seemed half-familiar. And only half.

It turned out to be an old friend. I asked the cashier if I could photograph it and she said sure.

The toy was a Snoopy. Charlie Brown's dog. The 1950s Snoopy, so I didn't recognize him at first. I remember the dog primarily as he was in the 1960s and 1970s. He'd changed a little by then.

Charlie Brown was a cartoon boy who was vilified and often depressed. More seriously in the 1950s and 1960s, I think, than later on. When LittleCoder was about nine years old, he treasured the Charlie Brown books because they seemed to be about him.

LittleCoder tried to match up the characters in the stories to students in his school class. If he was in the books, he figured, the other kids should be there as well. It was logical. But he couldn't quite make real life and the storyboard line up.

Snoopy toys are more lovable than the original character. The original character was self-centered, dismissive of Charlie Brown, and by the 1970s, slightly insane. But, like Charlie Brown, he was wonderful in his own way.

Most old folks in the U.S. remember that Snoopy used to fly his doghouse into battles with the Red Baron. A lesser known piece of trivia is that Snoopy's doghouse was larger on the inside than on the outside. Like the Tardis. I believe he had an entire gallery of paintings in there at one point.

Snoopy acquired a bird friend named Woodstock after the music festival of the same name took place. They were pretty close for a while.

I miss Snoopy, Woodstock, Charlie Brown, and the rest. Their stories were one of the things that kept LittleCoder alive. Out of the oblivion where the Kiralys wish to send him now. When the truth is hidden LittleCoder will be truly dead.

The boy didn't deserve what happened.

130109.4. Every time that I pass the store in the photo below, or for that matter, any restaurant or store that focuses on “natural” foods, I think of Grace Kiraly.

Grace Kiraly attributed her youthful appearance partly to the fact that she didn't eat much meat. James Kiraly used to force her to eat meat because he could not abide having her eat something different than he did. However, we'll hold that story for another time.

The part that matters tonight is that vegetarian philosophy and lifestyle became part of Grace Kiraly in a way that Christian philosophy and lifestyle did not. To Grace, Christ was something to be shaped to suit her purposes. But Healthy Food was something that she allowed to shape her.

The distinction is important. The things that we shape to our own ends and the things that shape us... the choices between them are the choices that define us.

130109.5. Recently, Tactician told me:

To see the photo that Tactician is talking about, click here.

I responded that one of LittleCoder's favorite books on the subject is available for free online. I'd like to share the book with him and with you.

The book is called How to Build a Working Digital Computer. It explains how computers work and shows how to build one out of paperclips.

Not a joke. The paperclip computer actually worked. The book was published in 1967, when LittleCoder was quite young. Two years later, in 1969, a company named Comspace produced a professional version called the Arkay CT-650. The professional version looked like this:

The book is part of the Bitsavers collection hosted by the University of Stuttgart. Copies are available in PDF, Kindle, and other formats. Questions related to copyright issues may be directed to Bitsavers or to the Internet Archive, which hosts a mirror.

Here are some links that may be useful:

When LittleCoder saw the book's cover, he had to have the book. Here's the cover that he liked:

130109.6. As a related point, Tactician was under the impression that computers are necessarily electronic in nature:

I responded:

Digital is not electronic. Digital means zero or one. Any mechanism that can hold zero or one and switch between them based on an input can be used to build a digital computer. Electricity happens to make transistors possible. They are quite convenient. But not the only way.

License note: The author, Randall Munroe, released the drawing above under the following license: Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial 2.5. The drawing may therefore be shared on websites such as this one but not sold or used for commercial purposes.

130107.1. We haven't had a kitten picture for a while. So here's Mr. Meow's cat Higgins engaged in a typical kitten research project.

130107.2. I slipped into overload over the past few days. Nothing too dramatic. Tired. Spent more time than usual in the breathing “shock” state. Distinctions between physical, mental, and emotional distress were no longer clear.

I tackled a number of tasks and then realized I needed to triage them.

I probably slept off and on from 2:00am to 10:00am Sunday 130106. Then from 6:30am to 11:15am Monday 130107.

On Monday afternoon, I phoned the Baron and told him he'd been largely useless to me in recent years. That, like some others, he considered the simple fact that we're speaking to be a gift from God Himself to me. That it was important but not such a favor that I should feel ecstatic to be blessed by the Heavens in this way.

Then I asked him to help me publicize this weblog :-)

If I'd written what I wanted to say I'd have put it more gently. The writer side and the one who talks out loud remain different. But these days I perceive that I'm the writer side. It's the talking side that's the anomaly.

130107.3. This is a note to Michael Bonetto of Hoge Fenton.

Michael Bonetto, I'm feeling reflective due to the birth that I'll write about in a few minutes. I'm not in the mood to mock you presently though you make it easy.

For example, do you think I'm ever going to let the “Hacking” nonsense go? What are you thinking?

By now, you understand that I'm thinking long-term. Far past Long Cause. That when you lied, and let's call a spade a spade in this context, you started something that it isn't possible to win over time.

Your world, where you earn your living, is a puppet show. You rely on the fact that people don't understand the truth. The truth is that you're pretending.

But I can see the strings.

My guess is that you know better, at this point, than to try to position philosphical and/or peremptory remarks as “threats” or “threatening tone”.

Am I correct, Michael?

I'm going to expect some interviews. Not immediately but after things settle down. We don't need to discuss specifics of cases. But I feel that your input may be helpful in general as I proceed to write.

If you don't grant interviews, note that I have the right to conduct lawful and appropriate research regardless. Do you contest this?

130107.4. This is a photo of a Metacognician Meal. Now we know what Metacognicians eat. The scene was explained to me as follows:

OldCoder, that is basically one lobster rolled into a sushi roll. and it's surprisingly nice. it's at a place called Sushi Abuse just a block away from my apartment.

130107.5. I've noticed that Tariq seems to be speaking to me again. Others are saying hello. Somebody who seemed wary of me after the legal actions started in June is also talking to me.

The communication is acting as validation at some level. I feel real.

This is something that the Kiralys always denied me. Decades ago and even last year. Last year, 2012, Thomas Kiraly couldn't even be troubled to ask me not to speak with him. I was an object; not a person to make a request of. So Thomas filed CLETS instead.

It's worth noting that the Kiraly Cases have forced me to change. If the Kiralys had not done what they've done, the lies, the damage to my health, my finances, and my future, perhaps I'd have continued the same way as before forever.

To fight the Kiralys, James, Grace, Thomas, and Kenneth, to be able to look at these caricatures of people that are filled with self-importance and hate, and even to laugh at them, I had to come back from where I was sent. To come back from what happened. To become real at last.

Is this what happened?

In a manner of speaking, yes, I think. However, there's more to it. The trip back from where the boy was sent started in 2008. I know that my perspective on things shifted in a single night and that I immediately tried to reassemble a life.

Grace Kiraly wanted me to refer to the change as a spiritual awakening. However, it wasn't any such thing. It was a recovery from abuse. When I refused to think of it as an act of Jesus, come to heal me of unspecified sinful ways, Grace became more and more hostile.

I was a fool to attempt to connect to my biological family. Or to expect anything but hate from them. If they'd allowed me to become real, they'd have looked at me and seen themselves. Seen what had happened.

Yeah, that's likely.

130107.6. I'm going to repost a song here from around 1970 and the conclusion that I shouted at Chaos in 2012. It feels right to do so.

130107.7. I'm up very late thinking about my life because a baby is being born right now. This minute. I like the idea of being present for this though my presence is only symbolic. I wish the child a better life than LittleCoder had. And she'll have it.

I can read people now. I'm no longer blind to them. The child's parents will take care of her. She will feel not only safe but needed.

She will be real from the start. This will be her parents' most important gift to her.

130107.8. Latest Minetest changes:

The OldCoder Minetest Server Nexus is now based on Minebest. This is simply a branch that includes LevelDB, some minor but useful patches, and upstream code.

minetest_game and builtin have been updated to upstream. minetest_game omits one backwards incompatible commit and may fork to add new commits.

Added webdesigner97 Streets. Updated Jeija Mesecons to the last backwards compatible release. Updated NekoGloop Glooptest. Updated Kaeza Computer.

130107.9. Here's a screenshot of a nice scene that I found when I flew through Octuteam World today. The builder describes the scene as follows:

Server: minetest.org   World: Octuteam   Port: 30004
Coords: -44.9,13.2,91.0

130107.10. The photo below shows a newspaper rack. It's damaged and parts are abandoned. Like the industry it serves.

I loved newspapers for decades. They were great. Local stories, national news, comic strips, puzzles, trivia, movie reviews. All fresh and new every day. And on Sundays... pages and pages of color comics.

In the 1980s, for a while, I read three different newspapers. I clipped the best articles from each, sorted the clippings, and saved them for future reference.

The clippings couldn't be grepped and a future where they were useful never came. However, I liked having them around “just in case”.

Daily newspapers, my old friends, are dead now. The Internet killed them a decade ago. They won't come back in their original form. To pretend otherwise is a fantasy.

The editor of one of the surviving papers in my area wrote a plea to his readers a few years ago. “You need my paper,” he said. “We are useful. Therefore tell me how to remain in business.”

His plea struck me as ironic. His newspaper had made all the wrong decisions. Decisions guaranteed to kill it. To reduce costs, the publisher deleted sections of interest to local readers. Stopped carrying some comic strips and reduced the size of others. Switched to cheaper paper.

The newspaper even reduced the Sunday comics section to just two sheets of paper. Just two sheets of Sunday comics? It was like putting a dress on a skeleton and referring to the result as a fashion queen.

Most importantly, the publisher stopped putting the newspaper in newsracks. So people couldn't even buy it.

Like most failing businesses, the newspaper was obsessed with cost cutting. Long term growth was given lip service but basically ignored. Cost cutting led to decreased sales. Decreased sales led to more cost cutting.

This is known as a Spiral of Death.

By the time the editor made his plea, I hadn't seen his newspaper in a newsrack for months. For all intents and purposes it was already gone.

So I shrugged and turned back to my keyboard. To the Internet where everything lives today.

130107.11. The Kiraly Cases blog has evolved rapidly in a short time. I'd like to think my writing is improving. It's probably time to explore the use of additional venues to broaden public awareness of the cases.

Tonight I submitted an introductory post to a new First Amendment community named ValleyAnon. There's a copy of the post below. And here's a link to the ValleyAnon version:

http://valleyanon.com/p/27/

Plus my ValleyAnon index page:

http://valleyanon.com/users/14

Similar posts will go to other First Amendment communities in the future. Additionally, discussions related to mirrors and First Amendment legal issues are welcome. If you can advise me on possible ways to raise public awareness, contact me.

ValleyAnon will serve a purpose. A useful one. There are potential issues but they'll be worked out. I especially like the possibility that hidden services may be used in the future. It will be impossible, in the end, to take things down.

This is important because it helps to balance the scales. Power and wealth versus freedom of speech. It matters to me because there's something that I need to talk about. And they're trying to shut me down.

I'm Robert Kiraly. Also known as Robert Crowley, OldCoder, and BoldCoder. My father is James Kiraly, former Vice President of Transamerica. One brother is Kenneth Kiraly of Amazon Lab126. I'm told that Kenneth is the architect of the Amazon Kindle. Brother Thomas Kiraly is a Vice President of Humana Corporation.

James was abusive. It was a long time ago. But in 2012 he came after me in legal actions known as CLETS. He was afraid I'd tell people about his past.

What actually happened is that I called my mother's church with her full permission. The call was scheduled in advance through normal channels. Pastor Ron and I discussed Christ Followers. The responsibilities of Christians in the temporal world as well. Nothing was said about the subject that James feared.

But James ranted about this call and another of a similar nature. He told others “don't be afraid” to “give me something” so that he could “prosecute Bob”.

Ironically, James has now forced me to talk about the situation. I kept silent for decades. But there is no longer a choice.

James sought the assistance of Thomas and Kenneth. The results were interesting. There are huge piles of material which suggest in a vague way that I've hacked Amazon Corporation, demanded money for medical care, stalked family members, etc.

The stalking part is funny. I called Thomas Kiraly, my brother, around his 52nd birthday to wish him Happy Birthday. The call was prearranged. At the end, he invited me to call back in two or three weeks. Throughout the months that followed, Thomas never once asked me not to call him. But he now describes the Happy Birthday call as stalking.

Thomas has even cited my attempt to leave him religious poetry by our grandfather Ivan Kmeta in my will as an extortion attempt though he doesn't say how that would actually work. “Here, Robert is dead... He commands you not to urinate on his grave.”

But there is not a single specific and significant allegation I'm presently aware of except for the claim that I phoned my parents repeatedly on a single day in 2011. This was the day that James threatened me with the Pismo Beach police and declined to explain what the threats were about.

James notes that I sent him and Grace, my mother, postcards telling them that they could not stop my book. He neglects to mention that I discussed the postcards in advance with the Pismo Beach police.

These people are wealthy. I'm largely unemployed. In a wheelchair part time. I go into shock sometimes when I eat food. I've lost 65 pounds since the cases started. I'm autistic though I'm no longer ashamed of this. The only way that I can fight back against my family's attempts to hurt me is through the Web.

But the Kiraly attorney, Michael Bonetto of Hoge Fenton in San Jose, California, has fought to take down website content and even domains.

I'm told that my sites are controversial and that Michael will make them the cornerstone of cases against me as there is no other way for him to proceed.

If Michael Bonetto succeeds in shutting down my sites, he'll return to his previous demands.

There is a razor sharp focus on one issue in particular. Michael is intent on imposing prior restraint on consensual interactions with third parties. He has, for example, tried to force me to pay $5,000 for each phone call that I make to news media, religious groups, and child abuse organizations.

ValleyAnon and similar frameworks are the answer. A way to get the truth out there. If Hoge Fenton succeeds in taking down my sites, I'll relocate some of the content here. Until then, please visit my sites to read about a very odd story. Here are a couple of the links:

http://christfollower.me/

http://haggishell.com/

130107.12. This isn't quite an apology. But on Monday I noticed that Alteriffic, one of the Chaos alters, didn't come by as usual to demand things. He only made one brief request, late in the day. Conflict also seemed to be slightly annoyed.

I wanted to make it clear that no offense was intended by anything that was said.

Alteriffic simply wore me out. I do have real-life issues to deal with. For starters, the Kiralys are trying to hurt me. Relentlessly. And they're doing a good job of it.

Additionally, the Chaos alters don't seem to need much sleep but I need more than I've been getting. Alteriffic has been cutting into my Zzz's.

But if he stops by again I'll be pleased to continue bug fixes and enhancements where we left off. It's all in a day's work.

130106.1. I confronted one of the Chaos alters on Sunday. I'll call him Alteriffic. This one is polite, to me anyway, and as creative, intelligent, and determined as most of them are. Self-centered and demanding as well. A parody of the latter qualities.

It wasn't much of a confrontation. I just spoke bluntly. Here's part of the discussion:

<alteriffic> ...
<OldCoder> ... all you want
<OldCoder> Imagine how it is on this side
<OldCoder> Is that the issue?
<OldCoder> You can be anybody at all but can't see what it is like for others
<OldCoder> Only for yourself
<OldCoder> I will help you
<OldCoder> When I can

<alteriffic> ok.
<OldCoder> If you can be anybody at all... why can't you be somebody useful and helpful?

<OldCoder> That is simply a stray thought
<alteriffic> ok
<alteriffic> ...
<alteriffic> >
<OldCoder> I do not understand the >
<OldCoder> But then...
<OldCoder> I only understood part of life at all for all the years
<alteriffic> idk what to say now...

<OldCoder> You can say
<OldCoder> You are playing on your world
<OldCoder> Enjoying it the best you can
<OldCoder> Making plans for the future
<OldCoder> That you hope to build a good world over time

<OldCoder> Or that you are enjoying life in general
<OldCoder> Or that you are not
<OldCoder> You may say what you wish to say
<OldCoder> You may be what you wish to be
<OldCoder> You are free
<OldCoder> To choose