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Holly Lisle, famous writer and sometime Agent of Chaos, discovers the secret that some of us have known all along.

And I have discovered the answer to the house that stays clean all by itself. Don’t have so much stuff. Don’t buy stuff you won’t use. Get rid of stuff you don’t like as soon as you discover you don’t like it. If you bring something you love into the house, make room for it by getting rid of something you don’t.

Go ye and do likewise.

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“The cellulose industry separates wood into its three main components — lignin, cellulose and hemicellulose,” ICT team leader Emilia Regina Inone-Kauffmann told DPA.

“The lignin is not needed in papermaking, however. Our colleagues mix that lignin with fine natural fibers made of wood, hemp or flax and natural additives such as wax. From this, they produce plastic granulate that can be melted and injection-moulded.”

The final product can resemble highly polished wood or have a more matted finish and look like the plastic used in most household items.

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Within white culture, your choice of transportation method says a lot about you.  For example a Prius says you care about the Earth, a bicycle shows you REALLY care about the earth, and a bus shows that you are probably not white.

In fact, were it to have a liberal arts degree and a steady income,  a Vespa scooter would possesses every important quality that a white person looks for in a spouse.

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It doesn’t appear to get rid of Chris Dodd, so it’s not all that useful.

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Well, shucks.

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Gotta love Australians.

I once offered John Cornyn a large campaign contribution if he would bitch-slap Ted Kennedy, but I never heard back on it. Wuss.

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I think I saw these in The Court Jester.

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Guess they don’t have zoning regulations and Home Owners’ Associations in Britain.

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Yeah, that’s always been on the top of my Worry List.

Ladies, any man who is in a position to see that you’ve got tan lines is going to have higher priorities. Trust me on this one.

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All of my illusions, shattered.

You’ve got to wonder about a newspaper that doesn’t even know what Paris Hilton looks like, though.

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Guess it didn’t work.

Check it out.

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Hah.

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A male wallaby which escaped from a petting zoo two years ago found this female mate in the wild – which has now been spotted in a garden carrying their baby.

I wasn’t aware that there were so many wallabies wandering around in Cornwall. I suspect that Prince Charles has something to do with it.

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Gotta love Australians.

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What’s French for “Oh, shit!”

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Must be a re-incarnated stunt team flyer.

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I’m not sure exactly what they’re talking about here, but it sounds pretty impressive.

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Well. There it is.

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For sufficiently small values of “geek”.

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Jeremy Clarkson is not impressed with the new Honda “Prius-killer”.

And the sound is worse. The Honda’s petrol engine is a much-shaved, built-for-economy, low-friction 1.3 that, at full chat, makes a noise worse than someone else’s crying baby on an airliner. It’s worse than the sound of your parachute failing to open. Really, to get an idea of how awful it is, you’d have to sit a dog on a ham slicer.

The nickel for the battery has to come from somewhere. Canada, usually. It has to be shipped to Japan, not on a sailing boat, I presume. And then it must be converted, not in a tree house, into a battery, and then that battery must be transported, not on an ox cart, to the Insight production plant in Suzuka. And then the finished car has to be shipped, not by Thor Heyerdahl, to Britain, where it can be transported, not by wind, to the home of a man with a beard who thinks he’s doing the world a favour.

Why doesn’t he just buy a Range Rover, which is made from local components, just down the road? No, really — weird-beards buy locally produced meat and vegetables for eco-reasons. So why not apply the same logic to cars?

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So when somebody calls you “fathead” it’s really a compliment.

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Just don’t have an argument with a large dog.

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An excellent replacement for the quasi-communist metropolitan newspapers.

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Real food triumphs over SWPL fetishes.

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Taxes weren’t the only consideration, although they clearly were important. The index factors in 11 criteria to determine where to live large, including “economic and legal stability,” “legal considerations,” “education for children,” “proximity,” “culture/infrastructure,” “depth of financial services” and “employment and business opportunities.”

Not surprising. If I were rich, that’s where I’d live.

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Just in case you were wondering. I know I was.

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That’s great, but it still creeps me out.

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I’m pretty sure I saw a picture of Senator Byrd in there.

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Have they checked with the Xerox people?

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As in many areas of life, the problem is not what we know, but what we “know” that ain’t so.

Pipes knows whereof she speaks. She is a Canadian citizen (now living in California) and recounts her experiences under a single-payer system. She illustrates Canada’s cost-cutting measures that deny access to new drugs with a personal anecdote. Her uncle was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma five years ago. “If he’d lived in America, the miracle drug Rituxan might have saved him,” she writes. “But Rituxan wasn’t approved for use in Canada, and he lost his battle with cancer.”

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Let that be a lesson to us all.

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Just in case you were wondering. I know I was.

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Can’t fault their priorities.

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So how come more women aren’t professional mathematicians?

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Wouldn’t it be nice if this applied to credit card agreements?

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Step by step … closer and closer ….

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Just in case you were wondering. I know I was.