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While not all of the original comments or Scrineblog entries have made it home to roost quite yet, it appears the days of newscrine.com have come to a close.
Scrine.com is back in business. Still lacking a decent mobile access, but we're getting close.
Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.
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Expiration date is not required, only if you want the note to magically disappear.
A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
2016 ~ 87
2015 ~ 259
2014 ~ 138
2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
2011 ~ 940
2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
2007 ~ 4502
2006 ~ 3037
2005 ~ 1188
Eventually books became so rare that it was necessary to enforce rationing, so each citizen was issued only a small handful of individual letters to read each day.
Except that the dog that lives across the river is yellow instead of black, a major scene in the novel I am reading was nearly word-for-word plagiarized from a short story I read a few weeks ago - good thing that the same author wrote both.
Henry once again failed to notice how oddly quiet his therapist became whenever he spent the whole hour whining about his lack of a proper nemesis.
When Lucy grabbed her coworker around the waist it wasn't a gesture of affection but merely an attempt to accurately measure how much she didn't trust her.
Barry is so square that his friends refer to him as "cubic."
Why is it that I can remember the PIN number to my telephone calling card from 1980 (remember those?), but I can't remember where I left the screwdriver I was using yesterday?
The whole scenario began to fall apart once Gertrude asked Larry to pass the honey.
"It's called the Selfie Phone," the salesman told Peter, "so naturally everything you say into the mouthpiece goes directly into the earpiece, making it extremely easy to hear everything you're saying, which is a real self-esteem booster."
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