I'm autistic and literal but I write doggerel. You can read some of the doggerel at this link.

It start­ed in 2012 dur­ing a previous set of legal cases. At the time, Bonsai Kitten, who some Linux peo­ple know as a Gentoo fig­ure, said that my mental circuits had been shaken up and were get­ting a good workout.

About me:

I'm in my mid-60s. I'm autis­tic to the point where I wouldn't have been main­stream-able if things had been slight­ly dif­fer­ent.

Normal speech under speech is dif­fi­cult for me. At the same time, if I'm in the groove, I'm pol­ish­ed. Two strangers have come up to me in the past decade to tell me that I should be on the radio. It's an odd thought.

I was High Honors in Math and Honors in C.S. at U.C. Berkeley. I've been a soft­ware devel­op­er and arch­i­tect since 1978, three years be­fore grad­u­a­tion.

Notable projects:

* Sole soft­ware developer for 50% of the U.S. Vote (1981)

* Sole soft­ware developer for DTIC microfiche project (1982) — see be­low

* I designed one of Adobe's printer protocols (1990)

* 'C' compiler de­vel­op­er for Rockwell rocket launches (1990s)

* Anti-terrorism for U.K. NCIS after 9/11 (2001)

* Fighter-jet database for Northrop-Grumman (2004 to 2009)

* Restructured de­vel­op­ment side of a cor­por­a­tion named WHI (2014)

* Anti-fraud for two national chains (2010s)

* I've spent 29 years on creating my own Linux distro (1995 to 2023)

* No Child Left Behind (2014)

The DTIC project is my favorite pro­fes­sion­al project in 45 years. Note: DTIC stands for Defense Tech­nical Infor­ma­tion Center.

The govern­ment had a pile of classi­fied micro­film that it need­ed to convert to micro­fiche. An Air Force colonel named Robert G. Pomeroy built a giant camera to handle the job. I was the sole devel­oper for the soft­ware. 450 pages of dense 8085 assembly code.

Robert G. Pomeroy died of Parkinsons in the 2010s. A coworker of ours told me that she cried when she heard. It's strange being old. I feel that a mis­take has been made some­where.

My Skills:

Cloud: Azure Synapse, Databricks, data lake, containers, VPS

Software languages: 'C' for nearly 50 years, Perl 5, PHP 4 to 8, Python 2 and 3, Go, bash, PowerShell, PySpark, Forth, FORTRAN, Java, JavaScript, Lua, R, Ruby, Tcl

Data languages: MariaDB and MySQL, MS-SQL, SQLite3, PostgreSQL, JSON, CSS 3, HTML 5, XML, XSLT, YAML

Operating systems: Linux, BSD UNIX, Windows 3 through 11, SunOS 4, Solaris, MS-DOS, DEC VMS, Data General RDOS and AOS

Other experience: Anti-fraud, data forensics, multimedia

In some respects, as a song that I like goes, “I'm the best that's ever been”. The song is, of course, “Devil Went Down to Georgia”. I've lived a wasted life, though, be­cause I put every­thing into work.

I advise young peo­ple not to do this.

My home town:

I was born on the East Coast. But I grew up in Walnut Creek, CA. When we moved there in the mid-1960s, Walnut Creek was a small town. It still had an Old West hitching post behind one building. But the town went from Old West to megapolis in one generation.

Love at First Sight:

In the 1960s and early 1970s, computers didn't really exist for ordin­ary peo­ple out­side of TV shows and movies and myth­ol­ogy. But there was never much doubt that I was going to have some­thing to do with them.

The book be­low is one that I had when I was about 12 years old. It's for real; the idea was to build a com­pu­ter out of paper­clips.

My biological family:

The only biological relatives I had who mat­ter­ed are decades dead. Anatol, I loved you.

Such family as remains has come from online.

This said, I'm the oldest surviving brother of four brothers. My parents are be­lieved to still be alive at age 90. But I know lit­tle about the pre­sent doings of these peo­ple.

My parents are Jim and Grace Kiraly, both born in 1933. They resided in Walnut Creek, CA for decades but are pre­sent­ly in the Solvang, CA old folks home.

Jim was violent and abusive due. One factor was that Jim's father Frank had punched Jim's mother Ann through a glass door when Jim was small and had then left. Jim intern­al­ized that type of behav­ior.

One of my earliest memories, age 3 or 4, is of wan­der­ing into the living room very late at night. Jim had torn up the plants. I wasn't quite able to under­stand what had hap­pen­ed to them.

Grace was a pseudo-intellectual, fluffy and pre­ten­tious in some respects but made of steel in others. Silly and unstop­pable at the same time. It was an odd com­bin­a­tion.

Grace was also a Fundie. Not a nice one. She looked down on Blacks and con­sider­ed gays to be crim­inals.

If you've heard of the Duggar Family or seen the docu­series Shiny Happy People, Jim and Grace were in­volved with that group; i.e., Insti­tute in Basic Life Prin­ci­ples.

In my teens, Jim and Grace sent me to classes that that group ran. There was a big red binder and the lessons talked like this: “Q. What if my parents tell me to do some­thing wrong? A. Such a ques­tion should perish on the lips of a Chris­tian child.”

The headmaster of that group, Bill Gothard, used to expose his penis to girl students. But I don't think that I ever met him.

I never stood up to my parents. However, one day in my 20s, I had some fun with Grace. She was ranting about gays and I told her, “You know, the son of one of your closest friends is gay. You know him.” The fun part is that I wouldn't tell Grace who it was. I just left her to won­der.

The gay young man was Roger Ceragioli. He was an early gay activist. Now, a young man of the same age that I know, Edgy McEdge, has changed his name to Stella, is taking the female injec­tions, and a young lover of the same nature has moved in with him and it's no big deal.

Of course, I'm ex­pect­ed to say “young woman” and ”her” now.

Times change. When I was in middle school, one boy took me behind the P.E. room and shouted at me, “why are you such a fem?!” He was annoy­ed be­cause I didn't like to hurt peo­ple. That was the defin­i­tion of mascul­inity and proper con­duct at the time.

My father Jim Kiraly used to smash things. He broke Grace's nose once. But Grace shrugged it all off be­cause she saw the abuse as God's Will.

In 2012, Jim filed a law­suit against me to get a gag order re­la­ted to violence against Grace. I was in a wheel­chair at the time, focused on other things, and had no intention of talking about the issue. But of course that didn't matter.

Opposing Counsel in the current gag-order cases, Chris­tine Long of Berliner-Cohen, has filed an alle­ga­tion that says I violated a court order in that case. Note: That isn't even a permit­ted alle­ga­tion. However, Chris­tine is prone to viola­tions of all types.

In fact, the Court threw out that case. There wasn't even a settle­ment in the Court's juris­dic­tion. We'll come back to the ques­tion of Christine's veracity in the State Bar com­plaint. Present­ly, there are more pressing issues.

The law­suit didn't go well for Jim. He had cause to regret it. Of course, it wiped out my life savings, cost me my home of 25 years, and render­ed me a transient, so there's that.

My three younger brothers are:

Tom Kiraly, born 1960, former VP of Humana and Concentra and current CFO of Hanger, Inc. Tom lived 3,000 miles from me and we had very limit­ed inter­ac­tions. However, in 2012, Tom was angling to get a new job and thought public­ity would hurt his chances. So, he joined our father Jim in the attempt to get a gag order.

Tom always was a sweetheart. Well, not really.

Tom resides in Austin, Texas so as to be near Hanger, Inc. A few years ago, I had a courier deliver a bot­tle of wine to Tom in Austin as a birth­day gift. Tom didn't seem to want the bot­tle, so I told the courier to keep it for him­self.

Ken Kiraly, born 1963, lead designer for the Amazon Kindle and past or pre­sent lead at Amazon's “secret” devel­op­ment center Lab126.

Ken didn't file against me in 2012 but he support­ed Jim and Tom. That's O.K. Ken and I hadn't been close since the years when I used to take him out of the house to pre­vent Jim from punch­ing his face in.

I think that Lab126 is in Cupertino, CA, but Ken himself has spent most of the time in recent decades in Menlo Park, CA. Menlo Park is notable for a book­store named “Kepler's” that was famous in the past.

Scott Kiraly, born 1965. Scott was mentally and phy­si­cal­ly disabled. I was the only brother to treat Scott as human. This didn't make a dif­fer­ence.

Jim and Grace once sent Scott to a Christ­ian facility in Grass Valley stop him from harm­ing Ken. I was the only brother to visit Scott there.

Jake, a minister-type friend, says that the Christ­ian facil­ity might have been Christ­ian Encounter Ranch in Grass Valley, CA.

Scott event­u­al­ly had a life of sorts. But his weight appar­ent­ly hit 300 to 400 pounds and that is nega­tive for peo­ple in their 50s. I don't know if he's still alive.

One fun story:

My father Jim Kiraly was a toad. A waste of skin as two of my bro­thers were. But I have about 3 fun mem­ories re­la­ted to Jim. It's not much for a life­time, but it's some­thing.

Jim set out to teach me how to ride a bicycle. The idea was sim­ple. We lived on a hill. So, all that I need­ed to do was ride the bicycle down­hill. Gravity would take me.

The problem with this was... Jim forgot to tell me how to do the brakes. And there were rose­bushes with thorns at the bot­tom. I had to make a deci­sion: ride right into the thorns or jump onto gravel. I chose the lat­ter and prob­ably still have a few scars.