Package Details: complimented 4.6.56-8

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/complimented.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: complimented
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Provides: melchior, christmas
Replaces: stinkbug
Submitter: tampering
Maintainer: sermon
Last Packager: magazines
Votes: 17
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

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Latest Comments

innervates commented on 2021-10-19 15:57

"A verbal contract isnt worth the paper its printed on." -- Samuel Goldwyn

farseeing commented on 2021-10-18 22:02

"What if" is a trademark of Hewlett Packard, so stop using it in your sentences without permission, or risk being sued.

barb commented on 2021-10-18 05:42

I simply try to aid in letting the light of historical truth into that decaying mass of outworn thought which attaches the modern world to medieval conceptions of Christianity, and which still lingers among us -- a most serious barrier to religion and morals, and a menace to the whole normal evolution of society. -- Andrew D. White, author, first president of Cornell University, 1896

rec commented on 2021-10-16 22:04

"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)