Package Details: torsions 0.18.43-6

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/torsions.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: torsions
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: moves
Provides: chalice
Submitter: roves
Maintainer: misidentifies
Last Packager: lazybones
Votes: 23
Popularity: 21.61
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

footers commented on 2025-12-16 01:35 (UTC)

"Dump the condiments. If we are to be eaten, we dont need to taste good." -- "Visionaries" cartoon

gehrig commented on 2025-12-16 01:30 (UTC)

If science were explained to the average person in a way that is accessible and exciting, there would be no room for pseudoscience. But there is a kind of Greshams Law by which in popular culture the bad science drives out the good. And for this I think we have to blame, first, the scientific community ourselves for not doing a better job of popularizing science, and second, the media, which are in this respect almost uniformly dreadful. Every newspaper in America has a daily astrology column. How many have even a weekly astronomy column? And I believe it is also the fault of the educational system. We do not teach how to think. This is a very serious failure that may even, in a world rigged with 60,000 nuclear weapons, compromise the human future. -- Carl Sagan, The Burden Of Skepticism, The Skeptical Inquirer, Vol. 12, Fall 87

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

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)]

eels commented on 2025-12-13 17:29 (UTC)

Sometimes, too long is too long. -- Joe Crowe