211224. Coder Christmas 2021.
1. This is the story of a year in the life of an Old Coder, an autistic, and a survivor of violent physical abuse and abuse of process.
It's 32 printed pages long. So it's the longest post that I've ever done outside of book chapters and gag-order cases material. The text is largely new except for the back-story. Two favorite illustrations are reused.
The text and original illustrations presented here may be distributed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 International. For the purposes of attribution, the rights-holder is OldCoder (Robert Kiraly). Images created by others and used here under Fair Use remain under the ownership and control of the respective rights-holders.
I finished this on time
On time was the goal and the rhyme
I'll go into details
Details are what we hails
For those who like details
This is Happy Trails
If you don't like details
You're free to ride a trike
It takes details to handle a bike
2. Marco's class.
This is a small honor from 2021 that I'm proud of. If you see a video player below, click on the small triangle to play the video:
If it doesn't work, try clicking on this link instead. If a video player appears, click on the small triangle.
This is a grade-school class in Perugia, the “green heart of Italy”. The teacher, in row 1 column 2, is Marco. I understand that he's a paraplegic but he doesn't let it slow him down. I helped him with a small project in Spring 2021.
Marco says, “This was the most beautiful, for me. Not only for the incredible success with kids... but because we moved special people to let a special project happen. I am so grateful for that.”
3. The back-story is a morning glory.
I lost my home of 25 years on Christmas Eve 2013.
This was due to what amounted to a rape by Jim Kiraly of 636 Atterdag Road, Solvang, CA and his son Tom Kiraly of 9520 Westminster Glen Avenue, Austin, Texas. For a 57-page PDF version of the story, click on the link below:
Jim and his wife Grace had an odd Fundie cult mindset that sanctioned wife-beating. I was sent, at one point, to the Institute for Basic Youth Conflicts, which handed out literature on the subject.
This is the cult organization whose leader, Bill Gothard, was notorious for calling girl students into his office while he sat with his erect penis exposed.
The Kiralys would have referred to it as God's Love.
In the early years of his marriage, Jim Kiraly beat up Grace to Kiraly the extent that he broke her nose. He also smashed things, whatever was at hand, and tore up plants.
This largely stopped by the 2nd decade of the marriage but Jim continued to rage for decades further. His eyes literally bulged.
It was strange.
At Thanksgiving 2011, I told Jim and Grace that I was working on a book. Jim assumed that it was going to be about the abuse. He didn't trouble himself to ask. In Spring 2012 he and his son Tom tried to get a gag order.
It was as illegal as Hell. But nobody touches rich people for crimes like that.
I made Jim eat sh*t. There was no settlement. The Court refused to back one. There were non-Court agreements instead.
Jim threatened me after signing, so I tore up the agreements. He got nothing in exchange for a year of litigation and, I was told, 6 figures in legal fees.
4. Coder Christmas 2013.
So, it was a happy ending. Except for the part where I ended up homeless.
My net worth fell below zero in Spring 2013 at the end of the litigation. I moved out of my home of 25 years 9 months later on Christmas Eve 2013.
I had the place for another month, but I knew that I had to get used to being a transient. So I spent that Christmas Eve waiting in line at Walmart to purchase an electric blanket.
I continued to travel to my former home until the deadline so as to dispose of my remaining possessions. It became difficult towards the end. It's a decade later and I'm shaking as I type this.
Silent Night, Holy Night, all is calm, abuse is trite.
I'm doing O.K. But the nightmares are there. I don't wake up screaming; it isn't like that. I'm also not afraid of my abuser Jim Kiraly any longer.
But during the day I literally shake. Not with rage as Jim used to do, or with fear, but with the sense that something is wrong, that this is the wrong universe, a universe where it was possible.
5. Suture for the Future.
Now the wife beater Jim Kiraly of 636 Atterdag Road, Solvang, CA is dying of being as old as dirt. If he isn't gone already; I haven't checked the records for a few months.
No further closure is possible. But that isn't true.
The Kiralys stood for hatred, rape, and murder of the Constitutive Other: blacks, poor people, and autistics. I can contribute what I can to balance the fact that they ever existed. I can do it in their name. That will be closure enough.
In the U.S., a cancer of the soul has metastasized in the past 5 years.
It's the smudge on the world. The smudge of the type of person that has always been there but is now emboldened. The type that hates the different, that makes excuses for rape, that drives 9 hours seeking brown people to kill.
The Kiraly type. Jim, Grace, Tom, and Ken Kiraly. Supposedly my biological family. I have a responsibility.
I'm going to assist with lawsuits related to Fundie individuals and those who abuse the poor in general.
I'm good with details. I have a knack for, as Jim once put it, “gathering information”. It's relaxing. I'll do more of that.
I'd like to found an After-School Satan chapter in Jim's and Grace's name as well. That would be nice. I'd like Jim and Grace to know that their photo will be on the wall in a position of honor.
6. Note for news media.
Jim Kiraly was VP of Transamerica for decades. Tom Kiraly was VP of Humana and Concentra and is presently CFO of Hanger, Inc.
Ken Kiraly — the most dangerous of the group — is VP of Amazon Lab126.
Ken's wife Virginia Chang Kiraly is a rising star in the Republican Party. Her attorney Harmeet Dhillon represents or represented the terrorist Andy Ngo.
So, this is a Fundie Tech Violent Abuse Trump story.
7. Move to WA State.
Mr. Meow and Quadcore were two of the Hacker Kids that I wrote about in 2012. They were ages 12 and 14 at the start but they're adults now.
It's odd because they'd be my grandchildren. My grandchildren aren't supposed to be that old.
Quadcore lived in WA State. Not far, actually, from my nephew James Kiraly, the one who works on Redshift at Amazon. More about that James another time.
In Fall 2021, I moved in with Quadcore. I rented a corner of a room. He used the money to buy an ill-fated car. We'll come back to the car.
Quadcore lived with his lover Calvin, Calvin's mother Shirley, and an incontinent dog named Hannah. Some weeks, Quadcore's childhood friend Tyler stayed with us as well.
So, we had up to 5 adults and a dog in a one-bedroom apartment. You could describe it as high-density housing.
8. Details are what life entails.
Quadcore's mother Vickie stayed with us briefly too. She'd been beaten up in Florida by a lover and people had shipped her off to Quadcore pending decisions. She was deranged and I'm not sure where she ended up.
Vickie was worried about a cat that she'd left in Florida. So I made a dozen phone calls in an attempt to get the cat to WA State.
The woman said, “You're too detailed. It's different and strange.” Well, hearts and flowers to you, sweetheart. Wherever you went, good riddance.
9. Poop cannon.
I liked everybody else. However, it would have worked better if Hannah hadn't had the habit of pooping everywhere.
Quadcore's lover Calvin tried to psycho-analyze the dog to get to the heart of the problem. He speculated that it was a dog self-assertion issue.
Quadcore was more direct. He chased Hannah once, shouting at her about the poop — he didn't abuse her but did lose his temper on this occasion. The dog ran into a wall and ejected poop on impact.
You should picture Hannah as a small poop cannon.
10. Cats vs. dogs.
Dogs like me. However, I prefer cats because poop is less of an issue with them.
Plus you can leave out food for cats and they'll eat it as they need it. With dogs, it's “Bark! Woof! Must gobble it all right now!” Dogs aren't known for self-control.
You also don't need to walk cats. The flip side is that cats won't go hiking with you.
I made these points to std::vector years ago. He chose a dog over a cat partly because of the hiking issue. Later, he told me, “My God, you were right! She poops absolutely everywhere!”
11. Books are good.
In 2011, I was immobilized for half a year. There was no disability money. I was able to work for a few months as a recruiter. 3 years later, one of the people that I tried to place roared up to my office on a motorcycle.
“You taught me English,” he said. This was std::vector.
We remained in communication for the 2010s. In Spring 2021 I sent his son Yan some books. I don't like to order things online, so Quadcore helped me.
I had to guess at which books might work, but I made the right choices.
The first choice was a book titled “How to Draw Fortnite”. In this day and age, that was a safe bet. I added a volume from the Order of the Stick webcomic series and one from the lesser-known G-Man series.
12. Fathers and sons.
Yan seems pleased in the photo. I'm pleased to comment, too, that std::vector and his son are close and that Yan internalizes positive elements of his household.
std::vector was injured years ago in a motorcycle crash. He refused surgery and was determined to use magical chi — really just force of will — to recover. He did yoga and Yan, who was just 5 at the time, expertly mimicked every move. It was a kick to observe this.
Life isn't like movies and TV shows. Most fathers are distant and some are abusive. I'm not a believer in magical chi but std::vector has handled his responsibilities well.
For most people, gifts are pro forma.
Karen Kiraly, Tom's wife Karen Washmon Kiraly as opposed to our cousin Karen Austin Kiraly, used to send me pro forma plastic junk each year because I was on her list.
That's fine for shallow people. Those who reflect are aware that gifts serve multiple purposes. Whatever the purpose, they should never be pro forma.
I was good at gifts.
My parents usually treated gifts from me like sh*t dropped on the carpet regardless. Looking back, it was remarkable.
One year, I spent $400 USD on a little statue of an airplane. It was made partly of real gold. This was for a wedding anniversary. The airplane symbolized a journey through life. The couple just stared at it.
14. Gifts for Grace.
More typically, I'd give Grace a gift that I'd thought about for hours and Ken Kiraly, VP of Lab126, would say, “Oh, that's crap” or “What a piece of junk”.
Grace didn't want to contradict Ken, so she never did.
Ken is a lovely sort. He always has been. Remind me to talk sometime about his one significant secret, the one that even Virginia Chang Kiraly doesn't know. It's a keeper.
15. A gift for Calvin.
I gave Calvin a birthday gift during my stay with him.
It had 3 parts as with Yan. The gift consisted of a “Magic the Gathering” card holder, a game figure, and a “Pokemon” beanie.
I knew that the beanie would work out because he already wore a plain one and for multiple reasons would appreciate one with a bit of color.
To minimize confusion, Calvin was an adult but unusually into things like “Pokemon” and games.
16. A gift for Jim.
I managed to make even grim Jim Kiraly, harsh and violent, blink once at a gift. Once in a lifetime.
I purchased a dozen beers of different and unusual types. I buried them in plastic peanuts in a large box. Jim had to dig to uncover each oddity and he seemed like a child as he did so.
It was the only time I ever saw Jim behave thus, just as there was only one time that I saw him shed a tear related to sentiment.
The latter occasion, to complete the record, was the viewing of the movie “An American Tale”.
17. Snow Car Doesn't Travel Far.
In WA State, I learned about something new and mysterious called “snow”. See the photo below.
Pro Tip: Don't use your hands or arms to brush snow off of the roof of your car. It goes very badly. If you're lucky, though, you might get to keep the limb that you use.
This is the CoderCar that I bought in Spring 2013. I was penniless at the time as explained previously. But I managed to get two dealerships to compete for my business and it worked out pretty well.
18. Time is Worth a Dime.
Quadcore's mother-in-law Shirley looked old. It was due partly to the fact that she was a recovering meth addict. But, really, she was old. Here's the thing about that.
I spent one year as a student teacher for a grade-school class for ages 8 to 10. I helped in areas such as pinhole cameras, hatching praying mantises, and teaching imaginary numbers.
It's easy to teach imaginary numbers to 8-year-olds. Just tell them, “Walk down the number line from 5 to zero. Now turn right and step one step. Where are you?”
The thing about Shirley was, she was born in the same year as the 8-year-olds. So, how old does that make me?
19. More about Shirley.
I tried to be helpful to Shirley.
Her primary personal possession aside from clothes was a tiny MP3 player. So I downloaded YT videos by her favorite rapper, extracted the audio tracks, and transcoded them to the MP3 player. I think that she liked that.
I used Portable Gramps to create a family tree for Shirley. She and Calvin, her son, both responded positively to the gesture.
Note: Gramps is highly recommended FOSS. However, if you build it yourself, you may need to patch it to fix segfaults. If you'd like to see my version of the source code, it's online at:
Be sure to apply the patch.
Shirley's one vice was a fondness for fake soft ice cream. The type that comes with cherries and nuts in little plastic cups. So I'd buy one of those every couple of days and put it where she'd find it.
One day, Shirley told me that I was too detailed and that I wasn't permitted to respond to criticisms offered regardless. So, I wrote her off as a potential long-term associate.
She was nicer, though, even as a meth addict, then most normals are. Actually, I'd guess that most meth addicts are nicer than most normals. I'm not a big fan of normals.
One night I dropped one of my cell-phones outside while getting out of a car. I realized this in the morning. I wasn't able to stand up to go outside and look for the phone. Shirley went outside and found it. I appreciated that.
But I'm done with people who tell me that I'm too detailed. Or that I don't have the right to respond to whatever is said.
My life was sacrificed on an altar half a century tall. The altar was made of hatred because that is what normals are made of.
If I'm to make a difference in the time that remains, details are the refrains. I've no use for people who have no use for details.
Quadcore told multiple people, “This man taught me all that I know”.
It wasn't true. I appreciated it, though. It was more respectful than the treatment my little brother Ken Kiraly had offered me.
I taught Ken to walk as a baby, to drive a car as a boy, and to code in 'C' as a young man. I got him his first job — it was at IPT — and housed him for 2 years.
Readers at Lab126 are invited to ask Ken Kiraly why he doesn't list the IPT job on his resume. I'd be especially interested in his answer to the question, where did he live until age 26?
The answer to the 2nd question is that Ken sponged off of his parents and me until that age.
Ken Kiraly spent most of the time that he lived rent-free with me cursing at me. It was odd.
Once we were on a shopping trip and I was buying the food that Ken was going to eat that night. Ken was ranting and raging at random. A Hispanic woman stared at us. She thought that we were a gay couple having a romantic fight in public.
I'm the one, too, who took care of Ken Kiraly of Lab126 on the occasions that our mother lay semi-conscious on the coach, a bottle of gin on the floor next to her.
I smashed my own hand in a car door once to distract our abuser Jim Kiraly who was about to beat or literally kill Ken.
Ken repaid me as an adult with continuous rage — he inherited that from Jim — physical violence on one occasion that might have killed me, and psychotic behavior on other occasions.
Ken Kiraly is a waste of skin. But, in a legitimate and reasonable sense that is consistent with U.S. laws, he and I have unfinished business.
Mr. Meow, as a side note, lives not far from a school that my biological nephew Michael Kiraly attends or attended: the University of Iowa.
I've suggested that Michael and Mr. Meow might enjoy meeting sometime IRL at a Starbucks. However, I haven't heard back.
21. Coder Christmas 2020.
Quadcore came out as bisexual at the end of High School. He was promptly kicked out of his house by his Fundie father and step-mother Michael and Heather.
I thought about offering to help Quadcore to relocate to California. However, his life and lover were in the State of WA.
In an unexpected development, Quadcore and his lover Calvin were able to reestablish family ties with Michael and Heather. I attended a Christmas 2020 celebration with the four of them and Quadcore's half-brothers Mason and John.
It was epic.
Michael's and Heather's household included a metric ton of animals. There were cats, birds, and dogs the size of small vehicles. You wouldn't want to cross those dogs.
Mason and John were children, so they added the enthusiasm element. John was autistic. However, in this Fundie household, autism wasn't seen as a justification for physical and emotional abuse.
Michael gave his son Quadcore and son-in-law Calvin practical gifts such as, IIRC, revealing underwear and a dildo or personal vibrator; something of the sort.
Michael showed me something that looked like a glass penis. “Can you guess what this is?” he asked.
“Um,” I replied. “It's a glass penis. Or Jesus Christ.” I guessed Jesus Christ because the object seemed to be wearing a Middle Eastern robe.
“It's Osama bin Laden,” Michael said. Or I think that's what he said. It was a colorful and confusing night so it's possible that I misunderstood this part. But a penis bin Laden might be considered a festive holiday ornament.
It was an unusual Christmas from a Fundie perspective.
If Michael and Heather see this, Hey. The hospitality wasn't forgotten. In the time that remains, I'll probably never have a more lively Christmas.
22. Fire in the Hold.
I've done some cloud computing since 2012. It's worked out like this:
2012 to 2013: Amazon Free Tier, Amazon paid VPSes
2014 to 2015: Physical octocore hosted by Kappelin
2015 to 2017: A large VPS hosted by Kappelin
2017 to 2020: Small VPSes at DigitalOcean and Google Cloud
2020 to 2021: One dedi and small VPSes at multiple hosts
These were all Debian boxes until 2021. In Spring 2021, something unexpected happened. One of my data centers caught on fire. It was located in Utah. You can read about the fire at this link.
Sprinklers put out the fire. So far, so good. But it turns out that servers don't like to be soaked. “Splish, splash, server's taking a bath.” Nope.
This was serious because my dedi was at that data center. I needed my dedi. To coders, a dedi is as important as a teddy. :P
The dedi host CEO had allowed another firm to run the Utah data center for him. Subsequent to the fire, he couldn't get them on the phone.
So, I traced some of the data-center people for him. One of them turned out to write Harry Potter fan fiction.
I told the CEO that we could contact the data center through Harry Potter channels. I found a number of spouses and siblings related to the data center as well.
The CEO turned out to be a practical person after my own heart. He'd already dug up some of the same information that I had.
He gave me a new dedi in a different data center. “This one won't burn down, right?” I asked. He said that he didn't think so.
23. Steady Dedi is Ready.
So, now I had a new dedi. It was a new type of dedi that I needed to figure out and set up. I decided to take a big step and run my own Linux distro, Laclin, on it instead of Debian.
It worked. Since Easter 2021, my distro is officially a cloud server OS. This is referred to as “eating your own dogfood”. Woof. For those interested in distros, my distro website is:
24. Linux Porn is Born.
I love my distro. Grace Kiraly once asked me, “How will you make money from it?” That isn't the point. The point is, if you need to do something, do it well.
When I fix bugs, I try to pass the fixes to upstream. In Fall 2021, I got around to adding a nice multi-protocol CLI client to Laclin. This was a program named Remmina. It supported RDP, SPICE, ssh, and VNC. I sent upstream some patches and the screenshot below.
The screenshot shows my distro running Remmina running three sessions concurrently, one session each for VNC, ssh, and SPICE. The VNC session is displayed and shows the same distro running on a dedicated headless server.
To put it another way, the launch panel on the left is running locally and the one on the right is running remotely.
“This is Unix Porn, is it? :-) Amazing job!”
25. Memory allocator.
My favorite bit of my stay with Quadcore reminded me of what Ken Kiraly could have been to me.
Quadcore and I worked on our Linux distros and other software projects together. One week, he ran into a segfault. He came to see me at midnight. The conversation went like this:
<Quadcore> How do I debug memory allocation segfaults?
<OldCoder> I'm working. Can we discuss this later?
<Quadcore> Yes. But how do I debug memory allocation segfaults?
<OldCoder> Give me half an hour
<Quadcore> O.K. But how do I debug memory allocation segfaults?
It was great. :-)
I gave Quadcore a memory allocator that I'd written 25 to 30 years before.
It wasn't a small gift. I was proud of the software. It was a grandfather to grandson heirloom. He continued to bump into segfaults but my ancient code offered useful debug features.
In the other direction, Quadcore had useful distro insights. I'd been working on my Linux distro since 1995. Quadcore's feedback gave it a push forward.
He's the one who chose my current window manager, jwm. And I'm the one who fixed crashes in jwm for both of us. I named one of his two Linux distros just as a grandfather might name a great-grandchild.
Now, that's a proper Coder family relationship.
In a positive note, my distro source tree went online in Fall 2021. The distro core isn't up yet, but this was a major step 25 years in the making. If you're interested in distros, you can browse the source tree at:
26. Fast car is a shooting star.
I bought Quadcore a car in exchange for a corner of his apartment. I gave him about 1/3 of the total in one lump sum and the rest over a period of months.
He worked on the car. He said that it was going to be fast. He planned to use speed tricks that would be illegal in California.
I never got to ride in the car or even see it. One day, Quadcore drove it out of a parking lot and an uninsured driver smashed into it and totaled it.
Life is like that. It's a law of physics.
But Quadcore received enough money through legal action to buy an RV. He and Calvin plan to move into the RV in Spring 2022. This will mean changes. In particular, Quadcore's rack servers won't fit in the RV.
In my circles, it isn't unusual to have rack servers at home. Quadcore had two of them and some Raspberry Pis as well. A balanced diet is a healthy diet.
Quadcore suffered a broken foot in the crash. So, he had to take time off from work. We spent some of the time on things like Markov Chains and a new scripting language. God closes one door and opens another to code.
27. Six Degrees of FOSS.
In the 2010s, Quadcore was a marijuana worker for a while. He found out that an older co-worker, Zelig, was interested in FOSS and so the two had that in common. I met Zelig once in person after I moved in with Quadcore.
The kicker is that Zelig had met my associate Kappelin a few years earlier in IRC. They were only casually acquainted, but still.
Kevin Bacon doesn't appear in this story but Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon sort of applies.
I lost my mobility as soon as I crossed the California-Oregon border en route to WA State.
It was bad this time. I was in a motel room and couldn't make it to the bathroom. I'd given away my wheelchair and there wouldn't have been room for it in the car anyway. So, this was a problem. It came and went for the next half-year.
Grace Kiraly of 636 Atterdag Road, Solvang, CA wanted to believe that this condition was some kind of “choice”. This was so that she wouldn't need to feel bad.
Grace was a c*nt. Determined, hard-working, and abused but never frightened. But cruel, shallow, a pretentious pseudo-intellectual, and a c*nt.
It's been 20 years since the condition started. I've had sufficient review by doctors now to say that, no, it isn't a “choice”.
Grace Kiraly's decision to hate the poor, the ill, and brown and black people, on the other hand... I'm sure that Jesus Christ will do cartwheels of joy, robe flapping as He does, at the sight of her approaching soul.
Enjoy your time in Hell, Grace, as you pleasure the Master who you were always meant to serve.
Quadcore and Calvin theorized that cannabis candy might help with the pain. They gave me the watermelon-flavored type. Tyler offered me some home-made fudge things as well. I never noticed an effect from any of it.
In the 2000s, my broker had tried to get me Codeine-3 but hadn't been successful. This time around, I was prescribed drugs that did help but these weren't drugs that one could take for an extended period.
So, during the worst of it in Winter 2021, I used a kitchen stool as a walker. That's how I got back and forth to the bathroom. Such dignity.
It is what it is.
29. Birthday 2021.
Loome, also known as Rubidiun and Dr. Beth, is my adopted son. He has been since 2012. I'll never forget the year or his attempts to make a difference.
Loome's health could be better, but I encourage him to do what I failed to do out of fear that lasted decades; enjoy the time that one has.
Loome traveled thousands of miles this year just to spend my birthday with me. No other reason. It was his 2nd IRL visit. I was appreciative.
Loome is true ADHD. It's difficult for him to make things happen unless he's engaged emotionally. His trip went off perfectly. He was engaged.
I might see Kappelin IRL for the 3rd time next week. That's nice as well.
30. Dan the attorney.
I moved in with an attorney named Dan. We got along well. He said that I was a good writer. I felt that this was perceptive of him. :P
Dan was a video fan. He'd seen “Casablanca” in the 4 most popular formats: movie theater, VHS, DVD, and BluRay. I told him that I'd make a USB3 movie SSD for the household. I started work on that project.
I purchased a pile of DVDs for 20 cents each and started to rip them. Dan pointed out that DVDs, though a marvel of the 1990s, were crap today compared to BluRay.
Dan booted up a BluRay copy of “Gladiator” and played a battle scene. He was right. The DVD version was fuzzy on a big screen compared to the BluRay version. I'd wasted time and money on the DVDs.
So, I had to make my Linux distro rip BluRays. This is tricky and few Linux distros support it reliably. But I made it work. My distro is now superior to most in this respect.
Doom9 deserves the credit. But no other distro seems to have taken Doom9's BluRay work as far as I have. DMCA doesn't fully explain it but that's a subject for another time.
31. Things happen.
Dan had two feral cats, Thelma and Louise. One day, dusk was approaching and he hadn't gone outside to feed them. This was unusual.
I asked a 77-year-old person who shared the residence with us, should we disturb Dan? The response was, no, he's probably dozing.
The next morning, the 77-year-old came to see me and said, “Well, he's dead”.
Dan was a few years younger than me. And he'd seemed fine. But he was gone just like that.
This was an intelligent person. Positive as well. It was a loss to the world. I also didn't know how to explain to Thelma and Louise that he'd never come to see them again.
The Beatles had a famous song about age. I'm going to be the age in the song soon. But after close to a decade the most basic issues remain up in the air.
Should I move to Solvang now, a city that Grace advised me to try? Or to Austin, where Kappelin lives?
Shouldn't there be a place again like the place that the rapist Jim Kiraly and his son Tom Kiraly took from me?
32. Abuse does stay with you.
Some types of Fundies mock abuse victims. Grace Kiraly felt the need to play down abuse. It's all for the same reason. This type of person is the abuser or the enabler.
Abuse does stay with you.
In September 2021, I started to prepare a birthday gift for Grace Kiraly. She was born, for what it's worth, on October 01, 1933.
I planned to commission a series of panels that featured Jesus Christ and Grace. She'd be torturing Christ and laughing as she read her Bible. But I was distracted by an unexpected development.
One of my associates, Jake, age 40, is the gentlest Fundie imaginable. He reminds me of Ivan, Grace's father and my grandfather.
Jake experienced a midlife crisis in Spring 2020 related to different threads of his life from childhood through young adulthood. I tried to help by starting a book with him. It seemed to help.
In September 2021, Jake exhibited PTSD. I talked to him about it and told me the rest of his life story. I set aside what I'd planned to write for Grace and wrote for Jake instead.
The police accepted the new documents as a formal report. Jake then felt more in the way of closure.
To read what I wrote for Jake on this occasion, visit the link below and read the Childhood and Early Ray sections:
33. I tried something new.
I've never been comfortable around guns. I prefer to work with code. In code, mistakes can be repaired using backups. There are no backups for lives.
However, I don't demonize weapons. I do prefer them to be at a safe distance. But some of my associates have strong feelings about the subject. So, I've promised some of them that eventually I'd go target shooting.
I did so at Thanksgiving 2021. I hit a 3.5" inch target with an AR-15 at 150 yards. It was beginner's luck, but that's pretty good regardless. The photos below are for the associates who were interested.
My views haven't changed. I think that I'm more objective than most. Guns are dangerous. They need to be treated as such. But they're not demonic in and of themselves. It's people who are angels or demons.
There's a YouTube video linked below. It's a music video by “Primus” titled "Devil Went Down to Georgia":
In this version of the song, the fiddler taunts the Devil at the end as follows: “I'm the best that's ever been, you son of a B*tch”.
I like the video because it's funny. I like the taunt because it's about me. In some contexts, I'm the best that's ever been. But that and 50 cents won't buy a newspaper.
I worked harder than anybody else in the world for decades. As late as my 40s, I worked up to 6 weeks at a time without going home even to shower. I was a fool but that isn't the point. The point is that nobody worked harder.
I was sharp at times in investments as well. I made the better part of a million that way in Fall 2003.
Nobody has ever fully explained 2012 to 2013 to me. But the gist of it is that Jim and Grace Kiraly simply assumed — for no reason that has ever been provided — that I was lazy and therefore impoverished and seeking to blackmail Jim in connection with the abuse.
I'd been wiped out in the Crash of 2008. But I'd made it back nearly to a quarter of a million dollars by Spring 2012 using my wits and nothing more. Jim and Tom then filed suit and I was penniless one year later.
Irony isn't about a board and laundering clothes.
I used to think that my biogical mother and her husband were useless but it wasn't so.
They should have been, and could still be, useful for the sensible and cost-effective processing of defecation.
Come, Jim and Grace Kiraly of 636 Atterdag Road, if you haven't gone to the undiscovered country, smile, open wide. My buddy Christ and I will make deposits.
Close your mouths, swallow, and don't mind the bit that squirts out of your noses. Reasonable people will agree that this is, at long last, a legitimate purpose for you.
Jesus Christ says, “Yep. Honestly, I don't know what else to do with them.”
Tom Kiraly's involvement has been explained to me as follows: He was in the process of changing jobs and was afraid that the fuss would damage the prospects for his new suit and tie.
So, the CFO of Hanger, Inc. committed a crime worse than rape and murder: abuse of process. The rape and murder of the Law.
Well, I suppose that I can understand a profit motive. Sure y not. But, still, people will agree that there ought to be legitimate and reasonable consequences for the most serious crime that is possible, consequences that are consistent with and possibly protected under U.S. laws.
Technical note: The Hanger, Inc. mark is used under here Transformative and Fair Use times ten. No voluntary takedown will be done. Litigation probably needs to fall under trademark law as opposed to DMCA. DMCA notices will be rejected on that basis. Thank you for attention to details. Details are good.
So, about a month ago, there was a buyout. A big fish ate a small fish. I lost the last of the 1099 work that I had.
I need to deal with not just age discrimination and H-1B fraud now but the fact that I'm a generalist. The most valuable type of worker than a business can have. And, subsequent to the dot-com era, the least respected type.
But as my VP of IT — he's a good person — says: It is what it is.
Uncertain prospects for housing and work in early old age. No way to come back from the rape a decade ago. Jim and Grace escape to the undiscovered country.
O.K. It's fine. As I tell my students, a step at a time is the rhyme.
35. Gene Heart Surgery.
A few days ago, I phoned DNA the Elderly Attorney. He's 90 years old now. The conversation went like this:
<OldCoder> Gene, what's up?
<Gene> Well, I had heart surgery. It was a valve replacement.
<OldCoder> You didn't tell me about this
<Gene> I didn't really tell anybody
<OldCoder> How did it go?
<Gene> I was supposed to stay overnight
<Gene> But they were short on beds, so I just went home
<Gene> I wanted to walk to the store but Joyce wouldn't let me
<Gene> They had to take out the pacemaker
<Gene> My heart was too strong for it
Gene isn't likely to change. If something gets in his way, even heart surgery, he just kicks ass.
36. Coder Christmas 2021.
I have one active Minetest world this Fall. I run it for Edgy McEdge, a 22-year-old bisexual Fundie atheist from a QAnon anti-vax community in Massachusetts.
Sometimes, I think that my life has taken odd turns. But I suppose that I'm imagining it.
To download or listen to Edgy McEdge's violin rendition of “Go Tell It on the Mountain”, click here. Note: For this to work, your browser needs to support Ogg Vorbis files.
The Minetest world is populated mostly by children and teenagers in India plus a few other countries. Last week, they asked me to do some sort of Christmas celebration.
So, I turned on a Winter Wonderland mode that I'd added to the codebase a few years back. Then I added a nice medieval city, Bremen, from a dead world. Finally, I added some new ornaments.
Then I told the world's inhabitants to go ahead and Christmas it up.
The screenshots above shows some areas under construction.
The little brown house and red-green sleigh are by Dark Princess. The snowman was made a few hours ago — as I write this — by Real Ved and me. Note: “Ved” is short for “Vedic”. For scale, the Christmas tree is about 2 stories tall.
The ice castle is by a girl named Osiris and the store is by another girl named Shadow Swimmer.
37. Git is a Hit.
I spent Christmas Day 2021 in a sensible manner: I updated a massive collection of git repos. As of December 26th, I hosted 9,035 repos on the following site:
One Christmas gift to myself was to add about 1,500 repos [bringing the total to 9,035] and to make sure that each and every one of the 9,035 repos was up to date.
The other gift to myself was to finish this year-end story.
38. OldCoder surgery.
I had minor surgery on December 23. So there was some physical pain involved in finishing this. But it came out readable enough.
It's time now for the Old Coder to nap
like a rocking-chair grand-pap
He trusts that he'll wake
Code he'll not forsake
Christmas is a state of mind
People are not kind
But though deeps he sleeps
And the skies are overcast
The Old Coder is here at last
39. Exchange with std::vector.
<std::vector> I know you for a decade. All this time you insist that
the past is present.
<OldCoder> That doesn't quite parse.
<std::vector> The past you keep describing was more than decade ago. Don't get stuck emotionally.
<OldCoder> It isn't a decade ago. Where is my home? Where are my life
savings? Where are my books?
<OldCoder> Somebody who lives as comfortably as you do has little business commenting in this manner.
<std::vector> I had nothing when we met. I just follow sound
<OldCoder> I'm pleased to hear it.
<OldCoder> And you were thirty years younger than I am now when we met. You continue to ignore the simple fact of mortality.
<OldCoder> I'm literally double the age that you were at the time.
I'll most likely be gone in 10 years. Nothing that you're saying is
<OldCoder> You also ignore the fact that the webpage is the story of the last year and how I attempted to cope with the year. The same year that we're still in.
<std::vector> I wish that you had an easy going opportunity to structure
your life the way you want it.
<OldCoder> Excuse me, but “want it” implies that I'm asking for more than the opportunity not to be homeless.
<std::vector> Yes, you deserve a place to call home.
40. Exchange with Sam Pawar.
Sam is an Indian that I've tried to help with a legal matter. Here's a chat that I had with him recently. It's a good enough close.
<Sam> Everything good and it's all 100% true.
<Sam> You came to our life like an angel.
<OldCoder> It's important to remember that Satan was an angel.
<Sam> When any one speaks truth, then people call them Satan and more things. But, as a God point of view, you are angel.
The Old Coder is content.