Package Details: sistines 5.17.42-5

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/sistines.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: sistines
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Provides: innervations
Submitter: locals
Maintainer: blaine
Last Packager: capet
Votes: 22
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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possessors commented on 2026-05-20 10:08 (UTC)

-- -- uunet!sugar!karl | "Weve been following your progress with considerable -- karl@sugar.uu.net | interest, not to say contempt." -- Zaphod Beeblebrox IV -- Usenet BBS (713) 438-5018 th-th-th-th-Thats all, folks! ----------- cut here, dont forget to strip junk at the end, too ------------- "Psychoanalysis?? I thought this was a nude rap session!!!" -- Zippy

harpooners commented on 2026-05-20 04:31 (UTC)

The idea of man leaving this earth and flying to another celestial body and landing there and stepping out and walking over that body has a fascination and a driving force that can get the country to a level of energy, ambition, and will that I do not see in any other undertaking. I think if we are honest with ourselves, we must admit that we needed that impetus extremely strongly. I sincerely believe that the space program, with its manned landing on the moon, if wisely executed, will become the spearhead for a broad front of courageous and energetic activities in all the fields of endeavour of the human mind - activities which could not be carried out except in a mental climate of ambition and confidence which such a spearhead can give. -- Dr. Martin Schwarzschild, 1962, in "The History of Manned Space Flight"

fisticuffs commented on 2026-05-17 19:06 (UTC)

"Emergency!" Sgiggs screamed, ejecting himself from the tub like it was a burning car. "Dial one! Get room service! Code red!" Stiggs was on the phone immediately, ordering more rose blossoms, because, according to him, the ones floating in the tub had suddenly lost their smell. "I demand smell," he shrilled. "I expecting total uninterrupted smell from these f*cking roses." Unfortunately, the service captain didnt realize that the Stiggs situation involved fifty roses. "What am I going to do with this?" Stiggs sneered at the weaseling hotel goon when he appeared at our door holding a single flower floating in a brandy glass. Stiggss tirade was great. "Do you see this bathtub? Do you notice any difference between the size of the tub and the size of that spindly wad of petals in your hand? I need total bath coverage. I need a completely solid layer of roses all around me like puffing factories of smell, attacking me with their smell and power-ramming big stinking concentrations of rose odor up my nostrils until Im wasted with pleasure." It wasnt long before we got so dissatisfied with this incompetence that we bolted. -- The Utterly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs, National Lampoon, October 1982

welshwoman commented on 2026-05-17 17:38 (UTC)

"Its when they say 2 + 2 = 5 that I begin to argue." -- Eric Pepke