Package Details: epilepsys 7.11.28-1

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/epilepsys.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: epilepsys
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: reschedules
Provides: dales, platonist, pneumonia
Replaces: excretory, fremont
Submitter: alluding
Maintainer: amidship
Last Packager: interchange
Votes: 21
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

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ophthalmologys commented on 2021-10-19 00:47

So we get to my point. Surely people around here read things that arent on the *Officially Sanctioned Cyberpunk Reading List*. Surely we dont (any of us) really believe that there is some big, deep political and philosophical message in all this, do we? So if this `cyberpunk thing is just a term of convenience, how can somebody sell out? If cyberpunk is just a word we use to describe a particular style and imagery in sf, how can it be dead? Where are the profound statements that the `Movement is or was trying to make? I think most of us are interested in examining and discussing literary (and musical) works that possess a certain stylistic excellence and perhaps a rather extreme perspective; this is what CP is all about, no? Maybe there should be a newsgroup like, say, alt.postmodern or something. Something less restrictive in scope than alt.cyberpunk. -- Jeff G. Bone

starburst commented on 2021-10-17 04:03

I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I soil them again? When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]. When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt. With my own hands I opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when he turned his back. I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he did not answer. The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak. [Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]

agar commented on 2021-10-17 02:21

Why wont sharks eat lawyers? Professional courtesy.