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Three Confessions, one Exposition, a couple of Benedictions and no, I don't want any Baptisms with that. St Josephs Catholic Church, Macquarie Street, Hobart. November 2011.

The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and My Little Pony porn). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning...

  • Ever wonder why one in four women is on psych meds?

  • Ear stretching: Why is lobe 'gauging' growing in popularity?

  • Want to fight the man? How about you join in to the latest in trending memes: Casually Pepper Spray Everything Cop...

  • The pill’s 50th anniversary: do we have freer sex and better managed fertility?

  • Jürgen Habermas has had enough. He's going to save the EU or die trying!

  • The BBC want to know just why are so many Poms leaving Australia?

  • Right here, near the end of 2011, it seems a good time to ask ourselves: where are women at?

  • I really like Pantone 7455. If you have a favourite, you might be interested in PANTONE: A Color History of the 20th Century

  • One for the locals: the argument for a federal takeover of health in Tasmania...

  • Here is a question: Could people learn to love tower blocks?
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