computer love poem

[alainbryden]

I only think people in this forum will appreciate this so:

The compu-nerd love poem (by Alain)

Loving you feels more natural than the keys I type on all day.
Yet my feelings are more complicated than a two dimensional dynamic character array.
When I see you, my heart skips a FLoating point OPeration.
If there's anything you want, all other task priorities drop.
When I'm with you, my heart performs realtime.
After being about all day, I want to be your \n
You're so beautiful, any multithreaded CPU
would leave everything hanging and turn all it's eyes on you.
I would rather live with you than my mother.
Now that you're here, I can see myself with no other.
I would rather talk to you for a minute than chat online with babes all day.
I just can't compile how you make me feel that way.
But love runs on it's own, without language or syntax.
For you, all my procedural rules are relaxed.
To you, my dear, I will always be (boolean) 1
For all my love are belong to you.

Does anyone get the puns / rhyming scheme?

[nickadeemus]

Re: computer love poem

I can't find that video of those math nerds singing that love song.

[GuidoHunter]

Re: computer love poem

I SWEAR I posted the link when this was in CC.

Just search for "Klein four" and/or "finite simple group"

--Guido

http://andy.mikee385.com

[flamingspinach]

Re: computer love poem

I'm sure everyone got them all, but isn't this rather off topic... >_>

[deltro300111]

Re: computer love poem

Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All my base are belong to you.

[flamingspinach]

Re: computer love poem

Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to n,
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!

Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
And every vector dreams of matrices.
Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
It whispers of a more ergodic zone.

In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space
Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.
Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,
We shall encounter, counting, face to face.

I'll grant thee random access to my heart,
Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;
And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
And in our bound partition never part.

For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel,
Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler,
Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,
Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?

Cancel me not--for what then shall remain?
Abscissas, some mantissas, modules, modes,
A root or two, a torus and a node:
The inverse of my verse, a null domain.

Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine!
The product of our scalars is defined!
Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind
Cuts capers like a happy haversine.

I see the eigenvalue in thine eye,
I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh.
Bernoulli would have been content to die,
Had he but known such aČ cos 2 ɸ!