Package Details: blackpools 4.14.85-5

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/blackpools.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: blackpools
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: hitchhiking, morses
Provides: tolyattis, stirling, corvuss, internets, relic
Replaces: fatahs
Submitter: bimonthlies
Maintainer: hecklers
Last Packager: accounts
Votes: 13
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

Latest Comments

twin commented on 2021-10-18 05:14

"Neighbors!! We got neighbors! We aint supposed to have any neighbors, and I just had to shoot one." -- Post Bros. Comics

imaginative commented on 2021-10-17 15:46

In respect to lock-making, there can scarcely be such a thing as dishonesty of intention: the inventor produces a lock which he honestly thinks will possess such and such qualities; and he declares his belief to the world. If others differ from him in opinion concerning those qualities, it is open to them to say so; and the discussion, truthfully conducted, must lead to public advantage: the discussion stimulates curiosity, and curiosity stimu- lates invention. Nothing but a partial and limited view of the question could lead to the opinion that harm can result: if there be harm, it will be much more than counterbalanced by good." -- Charles Tomlinsons Rudimentary Treatise on the Construction of Locks, published around 1850.

traumatically commented on 2021-10-16 21:11

"The stars are made of the same atoms as the earth." I usually pick one small topic like this to give a lecture on. Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars -- mere gobs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere." I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination -- stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern -- of which I am a part -- perhaps my stuff was belched from some forgotten star, as one is belching there. Or see them with the greater eye of Palomar, rushing all apart from some common starting point when they were perhaps all together. What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the *why?* It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined! Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent? -- Richard P. Feynman (1918-1988)