Snowy Inspired Poetry
Its really pretty out today as we already had a bunch (a bunch for here, not a real state) of snow on the ground and its snowing again today. Not the harsh/nasty wintery mix we had a few days ago, but really nice fat sowflakes, lazily falling around the evergreens outside my window. Well between that and the coding binge I've been on (forgot how much fun Friday nights can be with just me, a coupla computers and a goal for X lines of code) has put me into a nice melancholy mood, which is making me wax poetic (publically) for the first time in a long time.
Some Haiku
Softly swirling bits
Bytes gusting between servers
Winter on the wire
And a (poorly written) Sonnet
Awake, sweet muse, and guide my finger's stroke,
That I may write the code I hear inside.
Instantiating offerings of Coke,
Mayhaps some Bawls, and Fritos warm and dried.
Ifs, fors, while loops, maybe gotos I'll type,
Controlling structure planned with care afore,
The loop invariant we'll have to load,
And make sure defaults always get a store.
"Aha", I cry, "I've found that drasted bug!"
That haunted Beta testers for so long,
Commit the changes, hope that I get Dugg,
A lifelong goal I'd rather not prolong.
Release the code under the GPL
And cry: "It gives the power to rebel!"
*Raises fist*
(I put that last line in in favor of a rip on Dell or Intel, man that was hard).
