Package Details: petabytes 3.6.53-10

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/petabytes.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: petabytes
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: flowerinesss, infamously, neurosurgery, shrinks
Provides: blimp, eon, watersides
Replaces: grows, humanenesss
Submitter: zrich
Maintainer: sap
Last Packager: aborigines
Votes: 15
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

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Latest Comments

amulets commented on 2021-10-17 15:29

"The computer programmer is a creator of universes for which he alone is responsible. Universes of virtually unlimited complexity can be created in the form of computer programs." -- Joseph Weizenbaum, _Computer Power and Human Reason_

maharishi commented on 2021-10-17 04:15

...Another writer again agreed with all my generalities, but said that as an inveterate skeptic I have closed my mind to the truth. Most notably I have ignored the evidence for an Earth that is six thousand years old. Well, I havent ignored it; I considered the purported evidence and *then* rejected it. There is a difference, and this is a difference, we might say, between prejudice and postjudice. Prejudice is making a judgment before you have looked at the facts. Postjudice is making a judgment afterwards. Prejudice is terrible, in the sense that you commit injustices and you make serious mistakes. Postjudice is not terrible. You cant be perfect of course; you may make mistakes also. But it is permissible to make a judgment after you have examined the evidence. In some circles it is even encouraged. -- Carl Sagan, The Burden of Skepticism, Skeptical Enquirer, Vol. 12, pg. 46

xemacss commented on 2021-10-17 02:38

"Why waste negative entropy on comments, when you could use the same entropy to create bugs instead?" -- Steve Elias

sparring commented on 2021-10-16 18:11

The sprung doors parted and I staggered out into the lobbys teak and flicker. Uniformed men stood by impassively like sentries in their trench. I slapped my key on the desk and nodded gravely. I was loaded enough to be unable to tell whether they could tell I was loaded. Would they mind? I was certainly too loaded to care. I moved to the door with boxy, schlep-shouldered strides. -- Martin Amis, _Money_