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% of Assets RMA
% of Assets Proforma
2006
Current Assets 3,486 3,711 4,329 56.7 56.3% 4,225
Current Liabilities 2,973 3,341 4,151 54.4 42.2% 4,235
Total Assets 6,001 6,066 7,631 100 100% 9,678
Total Liabilities 4,110 4,016 5,540 72.6 68.3% 7,186
Net Worth 1,891 2,050 2,091 27.4 31.7% 2,492
Working Capital 513 381 178 2.3 14.1% (10)
Current Ratio 1.17 1.11 1.04 1.33 1.00
Debt/Worth 2.17 1.96 2.65 2.16 2.88
12/31/04 12/31/05 12/31/06 RMA Avg.
AR Days 100 101 94 50
AP Days 80 70 81 43
Inventory Days 21 22 32 52
% of Assets RMA
% of Assets Proforma
2006
Current Assets 3,486 3,711 4,329 56.7 56.3% 4,225
Current Liabilities 2,973 3,341 4,151 54.4 42.2% 4,235
Total Assets 6,001 6,066 7,631 100 100% 9,678
Total Liabilities 4,110 4,016 5,540 72.6 68.3% 7,186
Net Worth 1,891 2,050 2,091 27.4 31.7% 2,492
Working Capital 513 381 178 2.3 14.1% (10)
Current Ratio 1.17 1.11 1.04 1.33 1.00
Debt/Worth 2.17 1.96 2.65 2.16 2.88
12/31/04 12/31/05 12/31/06 RMA Avg.
AR Days 100 101 94 50
AP Days 80 70 81 43
Inventory Days 21 22 32 52
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. John Stuart Mill
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thank you. usually i take pics like this with the lights off os the flash lights up certain aspecs, and such. but today was a bad upsetting day for me, so I took these just so I wouldnt think about the bad things thats happened. Thank you SO much for the criticism, i appreciate it!
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I'm stuck in a free fall, I'm dancing at night, I'm getting revenge with a model face, I'm shattering and breathing and dreaming and healing. And I'm crying. I hurt, I bleed, and I'll die. I'm human, the fatal flaw of us all?
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I'm stuck in a free fall, I'm dancing at night, I'm getting revenge with a model face, I'm shattering and breathing and dreaming and healing. And I'm crying. I hurt, I bleed, and I'll die. I'm human, the fatal flaw of us all?
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Weather-related cancellation or sometimes a delay is when an institution is closed or its opening delayed, or an activity is cancelled or postponed due to inclement weather conditions. Certain institutions, such as schools, are likely to close when bad weather, such as snow, flooding, tropical cyclones or extreme heat or cold impairs travel conditions, causes power outages, or otherwise impedes public safety or makes opening the facility impossible or more difficult. Depending upon the local climate, the chances of a school or school system closing may vary. While some regions may close or delay schools when there is any question of safety, others located in areas where bad weather is a regular occurrence may remain open, as local people may be accustomed to travelling under such conditions
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... you know you're a Donaldson fan when
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
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Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
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A stove is an appliance that may be used for heating, cooking or both. Stoves differ from open fires in that they are easier to control, more efficient and may create less pollution.
An open fire does not burn efficiently or remove the smoke. Modern stoves burn efficiently and pollute less because they vaporize the fuel thoroughly, mix it with an optimized amount of air, and burn it at optimal temperatures. When heat is extracted, modern stoves often include contraflow heat exchangers so efficient that they condense water from the exhaust.
To maintain efficiencies, modern stoves must be kept clean, including the exhaust flue.
The result of these high efficiencies is that the stove uses less fuel, and emits less pollution while producing the desired amount of heat.
An open fire does not burn efficiently or remove the smoke. Modern stoves burn efficiently and pollute less because they vaporize the fuel thoroughly, mix it with an optimized amount of air, and burn it at optimal temperatures. When heat is extracted, modern stoves often include contraflow heat exchangers so efficient that they condense water from the exhaust.
To maintain efficiencies, modern stoves must be kept clean, including the exhaust flue.
The result of these high efficiencies is that the stove uses less fuel, and emits less pollution while producing the desired amount of heat.
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(Sorry Brinn, probably not exactly what you were expecting! )
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. John Stuart Mill
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***Please note: If you have ordered a doll cradle kit, there may be a slight defect in the bottom piece of 3 kits (it is 1/2" wider than it should be). If you find this is a problem with your kit, please email us immediately (rebekahwilson@hopechestlegacy.com) Only THREE kits have been affected by this problem, the rest should be fine. ~ Thank you!***
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Milo and his Monkey
Milo was happy, and so was his monkey. Nestled deep within the bowels of the Galactic Alliance heavy cruiser Magus-Toyle, surrounded by the dull thrumming of her engines, Milo, a ship’s mechanic for all of his adult life, was in his version of paradise. His monkey, never one to venture forth opinions on such matters, nevertheless seemed equally content to breathe in the hot, oily air of the mechanic’s quarters. Milo had been worried he might not get this assignment, due to his increasing difficulties with the physical aspects of his job. He had a particularly hard time climbing in the maintenance shafts, no doubt due to his advancing age. Still, his knowledge of interstellar overdrive engines was second to none, and he had trained his monkey to do the shaft work admirably. The bigwigs back at Helsing Academy were amazed at how well the monkey executed Milo’s orders; they assumed it was due to the fact that Milo came from the planet Draughtat, whose people were known for their empathic, and sometimes telepathic abilities. Milo had never shown any empathic prowess, however, and certainly never showed any telepathic ability. The truth was, Milo didn’t believe in any of that mental claptrap, and scoffed at any discipline that didn’t involve reading technical readouts, or working with hydrospanners. In fact, Milo would have laughed in the face of anybody who told him that he had an empathic link with machines, and that was why he had such an amazing track record in the field. He was, in short, a hero among his colleagues; the time he repaired the photon damaged thrusters on the Magistrate back in the Plasma Wars of ‘forty-seven in twelve-point-nine minutes flat (these were the Magellan 2395-L-T7’s, by the way; not the much easier to fix Yosef 4990’s); the time he disassembled, then reassembled an Achibald 55HR hyperdrive unit in under ten minutes in front of several Alliance dignitaries, while blindfolded….he had performed hundreds of similar feats in his legendary career. So, when Milo was able to prove his monkey could do the things he no longer could, the Alliance gladly handed him the assignment. There was really no way they could have known that the monkey was the telepath; not Milo.There was no way anybody could have leapt to the incredible conclusion that the monkey was from a shape-shifter from the planet Hellispore; a hyper-intelligent, telepathic, nearly indestructible race who kept themselves hidden from the Alliance so well that most people thought they were just a fictional species. And the few who did believe that Hellisporians did exist had no real inkling of their true abilities; none would have suspected they were the ultimate infiltrator. Yes, Milo was happy. And so was his monkey.
Milo was happy, and so was his monkey. Nestled deep within the bowels of the Galactic Alliance heavy cruiser Magus-Toyle, surrounded by the dull thrumming of her engines, Milo, a ship’s mechanic for all of his adult life, was in his version of paradise. His monkey, never one to venture forth opinions on such matters, nevertheless seemed equally content to breathe in the hot, oily air of the mechanic’s quarters. Milo had been worried he might not get this assignment, due to his increasing difficulties with the physical aspects of his job. He had a particularly hard time climbing in the maintenance shafts, no doubt due to his advancing age. Still, his knowledge of interstellar overdrive engines was second to none, and he had trained his monkey to do the shaft work admirably. The bigwigs back at Helsing Academy were amazed at how well the monkey executed Milo’s orders; they assumed it was due to the fact that Milo came from the planet Draughtat, whose people were known for their empathic, and sometimes telepathic abilities. Milo had never shown any empathic prowess, however, and certainly never showed any telepathic ability. The truth was, Milo didn’t believe in any of that mental claptrap, and scoffed at any discipline that didn’t involve reading technical readouts, or working with hydrospanners. In fact, Milo would have laughed in the face of anybody who told him that he had an empathic link with machines, and that was why he had such an amazing track record in the field. He was, in short, a hero among his colleagues; the time he repaired the photon damaged thrusters on the Magistrate back in the Plasma Wars of ‘forty-seven in twelve-point-nine minutes flat (these were the Magellan 2395-L-T7’s, by the way; not the much easier to fix Yosef 4990’s); the time he disassembled, then reassembled an Achibald 55HR hyperdrive unit in under ten minutes in front of several Alliance dignitaries, while blindfolded….he had performed hundreds of similar feats in his legendary career. So, when Milo was able to prove his monkey could do the things he no longer could, the Alliance gladly handed him the assignment. There was really no way they could have known that the monkey was the telepath; not Milo.There was no way anybody could have leapt to the incredible conclusion that the monkey was from a shape-shifter from the planet Hellispore; a hyper-intelligent, telepathic, nearly indestructible race who kept themselves hidden from the Alliance so well that most people thought they were just a fictional species. And the few who did believe that Hellisporians did exist had no real inkling of their true abilities; none would have suspected they were the ultimate infiltrator. Yes, Milo was happy. And so was his monkey.
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
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Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
High priest of THOOOTP

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Towel Day is celebrated every May 25 as a tribute by fans of the late author Douglas Adams.[1] The commemoration was first held in 2001, two weeks after his death on May 11, 2001.[2] On this day, fans carry a towel with them during the day to demonstrate their participation and mourning of the author. The towel is a reference to Adams's popular science fiction comedy series The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Towel Day coincides with Nerd Pride Day, another holiday also celebrated on May 25
Towel Day coincides with Nerd Pride Day, another holiday also celebrated on May 25
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