Package Details: petabytes 3.6.53-10

Git Clone URL: https://localhost:8443/petabytes.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: petabytes
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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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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_