What a load of crap. Whoever came up with that needs to go spend a few bucks on some cheap thrills and find something that really moves them. I’ve seen a lot of things in code - elegance, the de facto hallmark of quality engineering; brilliance at times, but more often than not, evidence of inbreeding and mild retardation, but NEVER poetry.
There’s nothing poetic about code, excepting the instances where the clueless somehow manage to become managers of more of the clueless. That, in a sense, would be poetic justice, but considering that they’re clueless to begin with, it’s pretty much business as usual. If you’re trying to write poetry with code, you’ve probably been visiting too many porn sites and you’ve lost your connection with the Real and need to either go to work polishing balls at a bowling alley or hang out at city parks until they catch on to you and make you register with your local Barney Fife. If you’re SEEING poetry in your code, there’s no help for you. What are you writing? “Red Rover, Red Rover, let de-referenced pointer come over…?”
You’re sick. You need help. Got Therapy?
7. August 2008 at 05:06
Wow, funny stuff, true.
I look at coding as a game. A logic puzzle that you get to create and try to win. It is a means to an end.
7. August 2008 at 22:59
He’s never seen my code.
I’m a code rhymin’ good timin’ binge drinkin’ free thinkin’ mind sweepin’ grind weekend type of fellow. mellow, but all together with a mind for the clever yet better…
letters mixed with greater thans & less thans, not even close to the next mans… man… man… damn, can i get a witness or an unordered list with elements of my id by all means nessessary.
query this, or query that - I’m right to the fact but better not fight back or my loop is endless with a mind of its own… kid shit. I still go html, old school tables with brs embedded in my labels.
keep your div bib tight and your mind right or this kids lid might blow or at least get a rib slit right?
my code ain’t poetry, its knowin’ me and knowin’ me ain’t knowin’ me til you know its me just by the code I wrote knowingly.
8. August 2008 at 00:30
Free music for James! Throw a couple beers in there too…. Damn…