Freakin' Brilliant like a neon diamond

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Ok, you might not know of this man, as he writes for a rather limited audience most of the time.  He's always been quotable (notably so, even), and I've listed both the 'Our Friend, the Beaver' and 'Shooting Yourself in the Foot' articles before (and the product that OFTB actually is).

Anyway, if you know code, and you know Eliot, this is just ROFLOL funny:

The Love Song of J. Random Hacker, 1995

By Jeff Duntemann, with apologies to T. S. Eliot
(Doctah Kurtz, he dead. A GOTO for the old guy.)

Let us go then, you and I,
For fast Chinese and talk of years gone by
Filled with random jumps and custom cable; 
Let us go, recalling joys of FORTH and MUMPS, 
The cluttering lumps
Of threaded code in frantic ten-hour hacks
To get that midterm project off our backs: 
With code that twisted, doubled-back and bent
And set into cement
But came through with an underwhelming "B"...
Oh, do not ask, "What was it?" 
I don't care what it does, just how it does it. 

On the Net the expert systems come and go, 
Bragging about how much they know. 

Over yellow chad that chattered out from teletype machines, 
Over yellow tape that rattled out encoding fever dreams
That curled into the data center trash; 
We lingered, inventing novel sort/merge schemes, 
Or ways to thwart collisions when we hash--
And seeing that we'd been logged in since late last week
Took one last slug of Jolt and fell asleep. 

On the Net the expert systems come and go, 
Bragging about how much they know. 

No! I am not Bill Gates, nor would I want to be; 
I'd rather parse the fish than own the knife; 
(Imagine! Having moby bux but chained
to ninety million lusers, what a life...) 
Am a flamer, goateed, pallid, overweight, 
Willing to pull two shifts, then (hell) a third, 
To save a session from a deadlocked state; 
At times, (to put it mildly) unrestrained--
Almost, at times, a nerd. 

I grow old...I grow old... 
dBase II and Wordstar are no longer sold. 

Shall I start a BBS? Do I dare to try to teach? 
I shall take my palmheld portable and hack upon the beach. 
I have heard the networks passing packets, each to each

They have no traffic for the likes of me. 

I have seen the Altair live and die
And software startups score on sorry score--
And millions made by men like Mitch Kapor. 

We hackers linger by our leading edge
Forgetting what is pending in the cache
Till practice hurtles past us, and we crash. 

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