The Night before M-x-mas

The Night before M-x-mas

[Ian Price]

I don't usually follow emacs devel, but I wrote this for the regulars on
the #emacs IRC channel, and I felt you would all appreciate it.

My apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and to rms. I have taken much
liberty with the St. Ignucius character, and I hope you'll forgive it.

If you want to link to it, I have also posted it to my blog at
http://shift-reset.com/blog/2013/12/24/The%20Night%20before%20M-x-mas/

Happy Holidays.


'Twas the night before M-x mas, and all through the list
Not a lurker was stirring, nor were they missed
The ports were opened on the firewall with care
In hopes that St. Ignucius soon would be there
The parens were nested, all snug in their configs
While delusions of wit danc'd in their sigs

With a hot cup of tea, and pillow at my back
I checked out the source for a short winter's hack
When out on the server a hard drive expired
And I ran through the house to put out the fire

Wanting the data, for this mystery to uncover
I tear open the casing, and try to recover
Though I cry, and I shout, and computing gods implore
I'm left with the backups from two days before

When, what near my bloodshot eyes should cavort
But a miniature laptop, and four tiny USB ports

With that little old yeelong, so lively and free
I knew in a moment it must be St. Iggy
More rapid than eagles his fingers they flew
As he danced, and he sung, to a bulgarian tune

    Join us now and share the software;
    You'll be free, hackers, you'll be free.
    Join us now and share the software;
    You'll be free, hackers, you'll be free. 

As microsofties before the GPL fly
Or when led to the zune store, obsessively buy
So onto the network, his interns connect
With a disk full of source, and documentation correct

And then in a twinkling, as I wait to reboot
I hear a creaky mixture of floorboard and foot
I open the door, just a bit more than an inch
I see good old St. Iggy, with head in my fridge

He was dress'd in white robes, from his beard to his ankles
And his feet were quite dirty, from ill fitting sandals
A disk platter was strapped to the back of his head
And his hair look'd quite hippy, straight out of bed

His eyes were quite focused, careful, and wary
But his cheeks were flushed, like he'd been at the sherry
He has the nasally voice of a New England sage
And the beard of his chin was flecked grey with age
His laptop he held loose on the palm of one hand
With emacs open and ready to receive its command

A quick tap on the keyboard to check his email
just a memo or three, and a flame on e-devel
He jots off a reply, as quick as a flash
Then a quick swig of water, and some nuts from his stash
With a nod of his head, and a scratch of the chin
He signalled to me that his speech will begin

He spoke at great length, on non-free software most vexing
And fill'd us all up with visions of mac store protesting
He wraps things up with a tale of macaws
Before giving a bow, and receiving applause

He sprung from his lecturn, and to his interns he hollers
And for the fare home, asks a fee of some dollars
But I heard him exclaim, ere he ran into the black
Happy M-x mas to all, and to all a good hack

-- 
Ian Price -- shift-reset.com

"Programming is like pinball. The reward for doing it well is
the opportunity to do it again" - from "The Wizardy Compiled"

Re: The Night before M-x-mas

[Richard Stallman]

[[[ To any NSA and FBI agents reading my email: please consider    ]]]
[[[ whether defending the US Constitution against all enemies,     ]]]
[[[ foreign or domestic, requires you to follow Snowden's example. ]]]

It amused me greatly, but also confused me in part.  It seems that
first I appear magically in miniature size, then I appear full size in
your kitchen.  Did I understand that right?

If so, why would I do BOTH?  I can see how one or the other could make
sense, but I don't see the rationale for having both occur
consecutively.

Also, I would like to point out that (1) I wouldn't eat your food
without asking you, (2) I never drink so much that it affects my
behavior or appearance, and (3) I don't drink sherry because it tastes
like alcohol.  Readers are likely to suppose that those aspects
portray the real me, and get the wrong idea.  Would you be so kind as
to change those parts?

-- 
Dr Richard Stallman
President, Free Software Foundation
51 Franklin St
Boston MA 02110
USA
www.fsf.org  www.gnu.org
Skype: No way! That's nonfree (freedom-denying) software.
  Use Ekiga or an ordinary phone call.

RE: The Night before M-x-mas

[Drew Adams]

+1!

Re: The Night before M-x-mas

[Thien-Thi Nguyen]

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() Richard Stallman <rms@gnu.org>
() Tue, 24 Dec 2013 19:33:09 -0500

   If so, why would I do BOTH?  I can see how one or the other could
   make sense, but I don't see the rationale for having both occur
   consecutively.

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-- 
Thien-Thi Nguyen
   GPG key: 4C807502
   (if you're human and you know it)
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Re: The Night before M-x-mas

[Ian Price]

Richard Stallman <rms@gnu.org> writes:

> It amused me greatly, but also confused me in part.  It seems that
> first I appear magically in miniature size, then I appear full size in
> your kitchen.  Did I understand that right?
>
> If so, why would I do BOTH?  I can see how one or the other could make
> sense, but I don't see the rationale for having both occur
> consecutively.
I was meaning to stress the size of the laptop, but since it wasn't
apparent, I've changed it.

> Also, I would like to point out that (1) I wouldn't eat your food
> without asking you, (2) I never drink so much that it affects my
> behavior or appearance, and (3) I don't drink sherry because it tastes
> like alcohol.  Readers are likely to suppose that those aspects
> portray the real me, and get the wrong idea.  Would you be so kind as
> to change those parts?
Fair enough.

I've marked the changed bits with a > at the side. I'll update my blog
later this evening.


'Twas the night before M-x mas, and all through the list
Not a lurker was stirring, nor were they missed
The ports were opened on the firewall with care
In hopes that st. ignucius soon would be there
The parens were nested, all snug in their configs
While delusions of wit danc'd in their sigs

With a hot cup of tea, and pillow at my back
I checked out the source for a short winter's hack
When out on the server a hard drive expired
And I ran through the house to put out the fire

Wanting the data, for this mystery to uncover
I tear open the casing, and try to recover
Though I cry, and I shout, and computing gods implore
I'm left with the backups from two days before
> When, what should my bloodshot eyes near discern
> But a hacker itinerant, and four FSF interns

With that little old yeelong, so lively and free
I knew in a moment it must be St. Iggy
More rapid than eagles his fingers they flew
As he danced, and he sung, to a bulgarian tune

    Join us now and share the software;
    You'll be free, hackers, you'll be free.
    Join us now and share the software;
    You'll be free, hackers, you'll be free. 

As microsofties before the GPL fly
Or when led to the zune store, obsessively buy
So onto the network, his interns connect
With a disk full of source, and documentation correct

And then in a twinkling, as I wait to reboot
I hear a creaky mixture of floorboard and foot
> I open the door, just enough for a glance
> and I see good old St. Iggy, warming his hands

He was dress'd in white robes, from his beard to his ankles
And his feet were quite dirty, from ill fitting sandals
A disk platter was strapped to the back of his head
And his hair look'd quite hippy, straight out of bed

> His eyes were quite focused, with passion most clear
> His cheeks rosy tinted, with much M-x mas cheer,
He has the nasally voice of a New England sage
And the beard of his chin was flecked grey with age
His laptop he held loose on the palm of one hand
With emacs open and ready to receive its command

A quick tap on the keyboard to check his email
just a memo or three, and a flame on e-devel
He jots off a reply, as quick as a flash
Then a quick swig of water, and some nuts from his stash
With a nod of his head, and a scratch of the chin
He signalled to me that his speech will begin

He spoke at great length, on non-free software most vexing
And fill'd us all up with visions of mac store protesting
He wraps things up with a tale of macaws
Before giving a bow, and receiving applause

He sprung from his lecturn, and to his interns he hollers
And for the fare home, asks a fee of some dollars
But I heard him exclaim, ere he ran into the black
Happy M-x mas to all, and to all a good hack

-- 
Ian Price -- shift-reset.com

"Programming is like pinball. The reward for doing it well is
the opportunity to do it again" - from "The Wizardy Compiled"

Re: The Night before M-x-mas

[Richard Stallman]

[[[ To any NSA and FBI agents reading my email: please consider    ]]]
[[[ whether defending the US Constitution against all enemies,     ]]]
[[[ foreign or domestic, requires you to follow Snowden's example. ]]]

Thank you.  If you post it, I will make a link to it.

Meanwhile, Merry Grav-Mass!  (See http://stallman.org/grav-mass.html.)

-- 
Dr Richard Stallman
President, Free Software Foundation
51 Franklin St
Boston MA 02110
USA
www.fsf.org  www.gnu.org
Skype: No way! That's nonfree (freedom-denying) software.
  Use Ekiga or an ordinary phone call.

Re: The Night before M-x-mas

[Ian Price]

Richard Stallman <rms@gnu.org> writes:

> Thank you.  If you post it, I will make a link to it.
A little later than I meant to, but I updated it.  Link is the same as
before,
http://shift-reset.com/blog/2013/12/24/The%20Night%20before%20M-x-mas/

> Meanwhile, Merry Grav-Mass!  (See http://stallman.org/grav-mass.html.)
Interesting reading

-- 
Ian Price -- shift-reset.com

"Programming is like pinball. The reward for doing it well is
the opportunity to do it again" - from "The Wizardy Compiled"