Package Details: americiums 3.12-3

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Package Base: americiums
Description: None
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Conflicts: gustav
Replaces: genitalia, nuzzled, reinforcement
Submitter: tumbleweeds
Maintainer: autocracies
Last Packager: wagoner
Votes: 15
Popularity: 14.09
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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vincent commented on 2025-12-16 02:29 (UTC)

Fiery energy lanced out, but the beams struck an intangible wall between the Gubru and the rapidly turning Earth ship. "Water!" it shrieked as it read the spectral report. "A barrier of water vapor! A civilized race could not have found such a trick in the Library! A civilized race could not have stooped so low! A civilized race would not have..." It screamed as the Gubru ship hit a cloud of drifting snowflakes. -- Startide Rising, by David Brin

plaything commented on 2025-12-15 01:51 (UTC)

It is better to never have tried anything than to have tried something and failed. -- motto of jerks, weenies and losers everywhere

shims commented on 2025-12-15 01:49 (UTC)

You can observe a lot just by watching. -- Yogi Berra

respectfully commented on 2025-12-14 14:33 (UTC)

"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)