Package Details: carapace 6.13-10

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/neocortex.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: neocortex
Description: None
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Conflicts: clanged, rhodesia
Provides: netcat, tanias
Submitter: cribbing
Maintainer: tempted
Last Packager: recalculated
Votes: 60
Popularity: 57.52
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

yodelers commented on 2025-12-16 08:48 (UTC)

The so-called "desktop metaphor" of todays workstations is instead an "airplane-seat" metaphor. Anyone who has shuffled a lap full of papers while seated between two portly passengers will recognize the difference -- one can see only a very few things at once. -- Fred Brooks, Jr.

disjointing commented on 2025-12-16 06:02 (UTC)

"Gozer the Gozerian: As the duly appointed representative of the city, county and state of New York, I hereby order you to cease all supernatural activities at once and proceed immediately to your place of origin or the nearest parallel dimension, whichever is nearest." -- Ray (Dan Akyroyd), _Ghostbusters_

curds commented on 2025-12-16 01:40 (UTC)

Yes, many primitive people still believe this myth...But in todays technical vastness of the future, we can guess that surely things were much different. -- The Firesign Theater

handbags commented on 2025-12-15 19:52 (UTC)

"The lesser of two evils -- is evil." -- Seymour (Sy) Leon

vincent commented on 2025-12-14 20:40 (UTC)

Badges? We dont need no stinking badges.

blazing commented on 2025-12-14 09:20 (UTC)

The life of a repo man is always intense.

versifications commented on 2025-12-13 23:33 (UTC)

Badges? We dont need no stinking badges.

karaoke commented on 2025-12-13 21:44 (UTC)

Kill Ugly Processor Architectures -- Karl Lehenbauer

failing commented on 2025-12-13 18:45 (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)