180619 Tuesday — A Short Skirt Wouldn't Hurt

180619. A Short Skirt Wouldn't Hurt.

From Twitter: 'C' pseudo-code and a rhyme in response.

Practical applications of 'C' code

Alexander “my mom fled East Germany” Payne said:

I want a girl with a {
     short skirt;
     long long jacket;
};

@BoldCoder responded:

sing a song of jacket long
a short skirt wouldn't hurt
he gave us pseudo-'C' the girl to see
if he finds her, I'm sure he'll flirt

:P

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180617 Sunday — A Day without Fossies
Codersongs

180617. A Day without Fossies.

It's time for CoderSongs
Rhymes that you'll adore
Doggerel that famous belongs
Woof! Dogs bark for more!

I like to make use of and encourage lesser-known FOSS projects. Fossies is a good example. It's a very nice FOSS directory and archive run by an older Coder named Jens. The site is located at:

http://fossies.org/

Jens went on vacation for about two weeks. He didn't announce his return, but I noticed that he was back. So, I sent him a Fossies Song. Here's the song followed by his response.

GNU Ice

A day without Fossies
Is one of total Lossies
There is no coin to toss
Without FOSS it's a LOSS

There are many places for code
Github is one abode
But each abode lightens load
And such abode means no forbode

Code all day and all night
Code all night while sun shines bright
Sleep all day and shout hooray
Reach for a bottle of code


Jens' response:

You have a good sense and very attentive eyes: Yes, yesterday evening I and my car came after 4 weeks and 5555 kilometers from Germany to the nearly southernmost point of Europe (Peleponnes, Greece) back at home.

Your surprising poem has made me very happy!
Thanks
Jens

170124 Tuesday — Tom Kiraly Birthday Rhyme

170124. Tom Kiraly Birthday.

Just the rhymes from my 170124 article on Tom's birthday. Note to self: Add link here to article.

Tom, Happy Birthday!

Tom Kiraly Happy Birthday

Break out the beers
Tom's birthday is heres
Joy unbounded, a life that's rounded
Tom's birthday is heres
Celebrate is great, love is the fate
Tom's birthday is heres

Caring and sharing, no souls are tearing
It's all about love
Love is commitment and devotion
It's commitment in motion

Tom, this above all, Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall
Love is a dove from above

Mountains kiss High Heaven

There's a pleasing thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you
Nature craves Love and crowns Love King
It makes the heart a palace where He'll stay
Honor in a virtuous brother's heart
Makes the soul yearn; all should learn
Love is a dove from above

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the lion embrace the lamb;
And the sunlight caresses the earth
And the mice taste the brie
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou are not there for me?

Kiraly Brothers Daring Helicopter Crew

Photo taken circa 1966. Tom Kiraly is on our left. His brother Bob is on our right.

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Tom Kiraly and Brother Bob Daring Helicopter Crew
170110 Tuesday — RSS Feed is What We Need

RSS Feed is What We Need.

Mr. Meow asked for an RSS feed
Mr. Meow request we will heed
RSS feed is what we need
RSS feed is modern breed
Here you go

161225 Sunday — To Christmas Poems Heart Does Roams

161225. Two Poems.

Michael Bonetto isn't lovable

It's time for CoderSongs
Rhymes that you adore
Doggerel that famous belongs
Woof! Dogs bark for more!

Two short poems. First is by OldCoder and Second is by Shara. License is CC BY-NC-ND 4.0.

CODER CHRISTMAS 2016 — by OldCoder

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Seasons Greetings
Time is fleetings
Make merry while we may
This coder season, let nothing you dismay
Another year has passed
Perhaps it's not been a blast
But experience has been amassed

image

Another year older, that much bolder
Push on that Sisyphus boulder
Til it crosses the peak
And downward tumbles
We shall not stumbles
Ad astra
Let us seek

FINDER FINDER — by Shara

Maggie Desmond didn't reflect

Finder finder in the night
Eyes fixed on squares of lonely light
Tapping keys like a hurricane
Breaching the space twixt mad and sane

Dreamer dreamer in the dark
Head on the desk might leave some mark
Dreaming alone cannot do this
It can't reach answers nor touch bliss

Writer writer in a cave
Thoughts forming prisons, her own slave
The pen is broken, ink all gone
Will write with blood to carry on

Coder coder in the cloud
Wondering how to make them proud
Flipping the switches in the brain
To waken logic once again

Finder finder in the night
Has been them all and none is right
Has dreamed so many dreams now fled
But always finds new ones instead

This is Ann Kiraly, Jim Kiraly's mother. They had a weird relationship. As far as I know, Jim was always civil to Ann as an adult, and she was usually civil in return, but I think that Ann barely tolerated Jim at times.

To be fair, Ann seemed to dislike almost everybody but Jim's brother Bill, Grace's first lover. But, however it started, Ann and Jim truly didn't want much to do with each other.

As an added factor, Jim internalized the violence that Jim's father, Frank, had committed against Ann. It's safe to say that Jim Kiraly's parents messed him up pretty thoroughly.

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Ann Kiraly
161018 Tuesday — Birthday of Kiraly Ken is More Fun than Zen

Just the rhymes from my 161018 birthday letter to Ken. Note to self: Add link here to letter.

Ken Kiraly

Birthday Letter ahoy to my pride and joy
Happy Birthday to my brother Ken
Enigma to some, open book to me
Ken's no simple-minded Pharisee
Ken's no fool, he's never-ending cool
Pride joy fool cool, Ken is fun now and then

Ken, Happy Birthday. You're 53.

It's a prime number but not a prime age
No need to rage about not a prime age
What shall we do as the years ensue?
It's simple, brother unique, if advice you seek
Age doesn't presage rage be sage as turn the page
Happy Birthday, Brother Buzz

160916 Friday — Black Wings Statue Sings

160916. Black Wings Statue Sings.

The Doctor of Diamagnetism is an associate of mine from a FOSS project of the 2000s. He has the same birthday as I do, but a different year.

Actually, there's enough years between us that I'm more than old enough to be his father, even though he's in his 30s. Common these days, difficult to process.

The Doctor of Diamagnetism said something interesting today. I told him that it sounded like the start of a song. He immediately tapped out a piece that I edited and here it is.

Skeleton in the closet

There's a big ol' world out there
but there's a war inside my skull
Each day I'm livin', I'm only getting older
Older, bolder, but the world is colder
War, skull, no time for a lull

I'm using my head for an ashtray
Neuronal deficiencies, redevelop proficiencies
Rhyme logistically, statistically
Bayesian or Frequentist...

Kitty cat meow

you can't do much to deny this juice
to categorize the moose
in your head where your cat used to be
before she died after 17 years of living so free


World is cold, OldCoder
Alabama is a cold, cold world
even when it's hot
People come and go, life is ephemeral
Hang on to who you've got

Broken heart

Struggle for ends and dividends
Fail at love a lot
Feel like a monk before he's cloistered
Last chance to have oystered
Vows of silence and poverty fill the mind
People are not kind

Human soul

Forever on the edge of never
Face the tedium to come
Your parents are you and you're the product
Never to be repeated
Time past is time gone
Like winter snow on summer lawn

Our forebears linger on
Guiding us from within
Eons of genetic sin
Many whips to the ass make a young man old
If he's lucky, he'll still be bold

I'm Mr. Business
When did I shift to shift-less?
I'm a living statue
I'll ossify at the moment of my greatest triumph
Ether will drip from my soul
Then I'll turn to granite

Winged angel

Black wings will flap
Carry the statue with the winds
Strange authorities will be forced to chart the position
of the statue that reality rescinds
Lands in front of parked cars, dropping granite before them
disappearing from the police lockup because it brings bad luck
Quack, WTF, says the wand'ring duck

Anyway, it's a poem
Your poetry is excellent, OldCoder

Lemon Djinn

Repost of a drawing by the Doctor of Diamagnetism.

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Lemon Djinn
160901 Thursday — Demystify Hacking has my Backing

160901. Just the rhyme from a 160901 letter to my mother, Grace Kiraly. Note to self: Add a link here to the letter.

Jim Kiraly and Grace Kiraly dislike America freedom

Remember, remember
What's good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
Oh Lord, Lord
It's good enough for me

Jim Kiraly and Grace Kiraly dislike America freedom

Before you start looking down
Look up your family tree
Know you've been related to Coders
Just like me


Jim Kiraly and Grace Kiraly dislike America freedom

Patience trumps abuse of process
Q*bes and Whon*x are free
No point in sighs, give yourself
A legitimate and reasonable chance to see

Remember, remember
What's good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
Oh Lord, Lord
It's good enough for me
:D

160825 Thursday — Scott Kiraly Rhyme

160825. Just the rhymes from a 160825 article related to Ivan Kmeta and Scott Kiraly. Note to self: Add a link here to the article.

Scott Kiraly is full of joy

Scott Kiraly is full of lots of thoughts
But the thoughts are inane
Write about Scott is a pain
Little more can be said
'bout the brother I thought dead
Except sing a friendly refrain

Scott Kiraly, fight the good fight
Let nobody your deficiencies slight
You're a waste of skin
and not very thin
But, what the heck, you love to hate
If you're happy, that is great

Scotts, thoughts, hate, great, fat, thin
It's my little brother for the win

160630 Thursday — You Cannot Kill the Dead
Jim Kiraly of Avila Beach

YOU CANNOT KILL THE DEAD

Moments on a deeper shore
Cast the net and bring up lore
If I pray who can say
Bonetto Kiraly Perrott and more
Those who committed crimes
Walk the Earth not just in rhymes

Tom Kiraly of Hanger, Inc.

Moments on a deeper shore
Cast the net and bring up lore
Pray say work all day
Bonetto Kiraly Perrott and more
Walk talk laugh cry
What they took from me will not die

best test is better than rest this I can attest in you honor shall vest at your behest

It's best not to trust appearnces

You cannot kill the dead
What is in your head
The dead cannot be killed or fed
Roles goals upon destiny shoals shall you rest
After your quest puts you to the test

In God's sight, what is right?
Skeletons are a fright
We should fight for what is right
This is the plight
If not, we'll be contrite


Light bright floods the night

Light bright floods the night
The fight is in God's sight
Also the nuns' website
This is your invite
Fight for right is your right

website night is not a plight bright sight is your invite nuns runs until dones sons always seek the light

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You cannot kill the dead

Next, two Minetest sessions that led to the doggerel. Woof.

OldCoder likes to rhymes all the times. Here, another kids makes a bids to outrhymes and doesn't quite earn a dimes.

This is all extemporaneous. As a interesting note, two of the people in these two sessions are a real-life father and son.

And I'm old enough to be the father's father and the son's grandfather. This is odd.

<CodeWarriorRN> FRED: 3 planks on top of each other
<Sir_FRED> Planks! thanks!
<sonic875> guys
<OldCoder> Thanks planks more fun than Tom Hanks planks are highly ranks

Fighting skeleton

<sonic875> I found a bunch of castles close together
<OldCoder> Castlevania
<counterstrike> All I wanted was to kill those darn skeletons
<counterstrike> I was on a quest
<counterstrike> And all my armor broke

<sonic875> I was on a quest to be the very best better than all the rest so I put myself to the test
<OldCoder> best test is better than rest this I can attest in you honor shall vest at your behest
<sonic875> that was way better :)

Kiraly Cases Buttery Goodness

<OldCoder> better is like butter
<sonic875> lol
* OldCoder needs to move on without explain

<OldCoder> Get off the plane and play would you fain
<Ayla> i want to see it
<OldCoder> butter is better than the rest for you on your quest
<counterstrike> Sadly
<counterstrike> My quest is postponed
<counterstrike> For losing all that coal

Skeleton in the closet

<OldCoder> You are on the phoned?
<OldCoder> Losing coal was not the goal?
<counterstrike> I was gonna kill skeletons

<OldCoder> goal coal quest best get out there with the rest
<counterstrike> While my stuff was getting cooked
<CodeWarriorRN> counterstrike take those coal

<OldCoder> bones on the phones
<OldCoder> <skeleton> you cannot kill the dead
<OldCoder> <skeleton> what is in your head
<OldCoder> <skeleton> the dead cannot be killed or fed
<OldCoder> <skeleton> coals goals upon destiny shoals shall you rest
<OldCoder> <skeleton> after your quest puts you to the test

<counterstrike> Yeah
<counterstrike> You can REALLLY rythme
<sonic875> lol
* OldCoder practices rhyme as he drinks tea of thyme

<OldCoder> <skeleton> rhyme thyme test best proceed now with quest
<counterstrike> Ok I want to get my scythe today

Kerechanko Baby

This is one of the Kerechanko babies decades ago. I believe that it's one of the girls, possibly Lisa Kerechanko, but I'm not certain.

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Kerechanko Baby, might be Lisa Kerechanko

<bugzapper> My thoughts tend more toward puns than rhyming.
<OldCoder> puns are funs, sons
<cricket> yeah... Minetest really puts your best to the test

<OldCoder> so, to puns you can runs for funs in the mid-day suns
<bugzapper> ...or the nuns get the runs in the mid-day suns.
<OldCoder> Um
<cricket> is this supposed to be punny or funny?
<OldCoder> Both
<cricket> YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<OldCoder> nuns runs is not puns it has been dones
<cricket> I WAS RIGHT
<OldCoder> right?
<bugzapper> When I rhyme I have to work for it.

<OldCoder> In God's sight, what is right?
<OldCoder> Skeletons are a fright
<cricket> we must fight for what is right!
<OldCoder> That is the plight
<bugzapper> or if not we'll be contrite.

Cricket Warrior fights for rights

<OldCoder> fight for right or be contrite
<cricket> FIGHT THROUGH THE NIGHT
<OldCoder> Do not stop to fly a kite
<OldCoder> Fight through the night in the light
<cricket> Kite? Where is this kite?

<OldCoder> Light bright floods the night
<OldCoder> The kite is in God's sight
<OldCoder> Also the nuns' website
<bugzapper> If you're in a bad mood tonight, have a food fight, that will make the dude alright.


Kite is in God's sight

<OldCoder> Bad mood is not 'tude it is not a blight
<OldCoder> nuns runs fight until dones with all your might
<OldCoder> To fight for right you are invite
<cricket> Invite them to fight them through the night for what is right... on the website
<OldCoder> Yes
<OldCoder> website night is not a plight bright sight is your invite nuns runs until dones sons always seek the light

Number One Doggerel Woof

<cricket> Yay!
<bugzapper> :D
<bugzapper> You win.


160619 Sunday — Fathers Day Hoo-Ray!

This was a happy song that I wrote for my father on the occasion of Father's Day 2016.

Jim Kiraly needs to eat more for health

I've wondered, in the years since 2013,
have you enjoyed the taste of
excrementum meum, sapidum et salubri?
I'd like you to live long enough
that you can serve your purpose
So, have some more

It'll perk you up
You'll be like a pup
Jim it's tasty for her and for him

Come and indulge
Your tummy will bulge
You'll enjoy the food of health
That can't be bought with wealth

There is much more
For you to adore
excrementum meum, sapidum et salubri

Jim Kiraly of Avila Beach Love Dove does beseech

My father, my abuser, my b*tch, my whore
Jim Kiraly SSN 038-20-and more
For legitimate and reasonable purposes disclosed
Is anybody present opposed

Let me show you the respect that you've earned
So much Time, decades, but the wheel has turned
Earned turned disclosed opposed
Oh, Jim Kiraly, love is a dove from above

Jim Kiraly's pleasure at the truth builds

Let me show you consensual love
Gentle as befits those who care
Upon you alights Christ's own dove
You're caressed with purposes fair

Into you the truth, stiff as it is, slides
Up and up your pleasure glides
If you've passed away, it is what it is
You and the whore and the bore we adore
You're mine as well as His

And while I wait to affection shower
There's no need for you to glower
Be pleased by the depth of my love
Oh, Jim Kiraly, love is a dove from above

Christ and I will ride Jim Kiraly

Singularity or Rapture, I don't care
As long as both of you are there
I'll have you either way to love
Love is a dove from above
You're mine, b*tch
Here's the sitch, there's no hitch
You won't be gone without a trace
My buddy Christ and I are going to ride Grace and you
Love and joy will ensue
Don't the legitimate and reasonable prospect deride
Yee-Haw! It's a respectful Jimmie ride!

Happy Fathers Day to Jim Kiraly of Avila Beach

But I respect you, Jim
No need to be grim
You're a violent abuser
It's sort of a confuser

You filed emergency anti-violence CLETS
To stop a book, you made a foolish bets
So sad, so sorry, you lost
It's time to pay the legitimate and reasonable cost

If wealth and hatred are your tools
You'll find that I'm no fools
Let me show you respect, Jim
No need to be grim
Respect is yours, forever more
The world will know you're there to adore

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