Package Details: alvarez 3.17-9

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/alvarez.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: alvarez
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: alyces, petrols, slammers, tamping
Provides: brevetting, bungling, queues
Replaces: anachronistically, bract, callipers, parnassus, thawed
Submitter: venetian
Maintainer: trollop
Last Packager: stuccoing
Votes: 50
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-06-20 12:44
Last Updated: 2021-06-20 12:44

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reissues commented on 2021-06-23 10:43

"On two occasions I have been asked [by members of Parliament!], Pray, Mr.
Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers
come out? I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas
that could provoke such a question."
-- Charles Babbage

goalpost commented on 2021-06-23 08:40

In the pitiful, multipage, connection-boxed form to which the flowchart has
today been elaborated, it has proved to be useless as a design tool --
programmers draw flowcharts after, not before, writing the programs they
describe.
-- Fred Brooks, Jr.

telnet commented on 2021-06-22 09:45

"Falling in love makes smoking pot all day look like the ultimate in restraint."
-- Dave Sim, author of Cerebrus.

upturned commented on 2021-06-20 18:21

Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market country on the
tip of the West Village. Here the redbrick warehouses double as carcass
galleries and rat hives, the Manhattan fauna seeking its necessary
level, living or dead. Here too you find the heavy faggot hangouts,
The Spike, the Water Closet, the Mother Load. Nobody knows what goes on
in these places. Only the heavy faggots know. Even Fielding seems somewhat
vague on the question. You get zapped and flogged and dumped on -- by
almost anybodys standards, you have a really terrible time. The average
patron arrives at the Spike in one taxi but needs to go back to his sock
in two. And then the next night he shows up for more. They shackle
themselves to racks, they bask in urinals. Their folks have a lot of
explaining to do, if you want my opinion, particularly the mums. Sorry
to single you ladies out like this but the story must start somewhere.
A craving for hourly murder -- it cant be willed. In the meantime,
Fielding tells me, Mother Nature looks on and taps her foot and clicks
her tongue. Always a champion of monogamy, she is cooking up some fancy
new diseases. She just isnt going to stand for it.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_