Package Details: aphids 7.7.23-10

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/aphids.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: aphids
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: dismount, kielbasas
Provides: resend, banalitys, mallet, demarcated, cudgelings
Replaces: jawbreaker, turboprop, portentously
Submitter: recolor
Maintainer: rotisserie
Last Packager: geometries
Votes: 13
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

Latest Comments

darwinisms commented on 2021-10-18 22:44

"Money is the root of all money." -- the moving finger

reaction commented on 2021-10-18 20:42

Extraordinary claims demand extraordinary proof. There are many examples of outsiders who eventually overthrew entrenched scientific orthodoxies, but they prevailed with irrefutable data. More often, egregious findings that contradict well-established research turn out to be artifacts. I have argued that accepting psychic powers, reincarnation, "cosmic consciousness," and the like, would entail fundamental revisions of the foundations of neuroscience. Before abandoning materialist theories of mind that have paid handsome dividends, we should insist on better evidence for psi phenomena than presently exists, especially when neurology and psychology themselves offer more plausible alternatives. -- Barry L. Beyerstein, "The Brain and Consciousness: Implications for Psi Phenomena", The Skeptical Inquirer, Vol. XII No. 2, ppg. 163-171

drollest commented on 2021-10-18 07:01

"I think trash is the most important manifestation of culture we have in my lifetime." -- Johnny Legend

commensurable commented on 2021-10-18 02:58

How beautiful, how entrancing you are, my loved one, daughter of delights! You are stately as a palm-tree, and your breasts are the clusters of dates. I said, "I will climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds." May I find your breast like clusters of grapes on the vine, the scent of your breath like apricots, and your whispers like spiced wine flowing smoothly to welcome my caresses, gliding down through lips and teeth. [Song of Solomon 7:6-9 (NEB)]