Where memory comes to rant and rave, and heroes still use Burma-Shave

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• Censorship is ugly, but still not the ugliest bird in the sky. Happily, this has never been necessary.

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June 17, 2015

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.

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Scrine Restoration

Sentences: 100% (18922)
Comments: 11%

Confessional: 100%
Scrineblog: 18.4%

boot blog: 100%
'mouse blog: 0%

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Sentence Count

2015 ~ 203
2014 ~ 138
2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
2011 ~ 940
2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
2007 ~ 4502
2006 ~ 3037
2005 ~ 1188

July 26, 2015

I'm not sure why I'm still so pleased by my petite cyber footprint.

/begin rant/ Okay, That’s it, I’ve reached the breaking point, I’m completely fed up with fucking drugs and drug advertising and I don’t want to live any more in a society where people eat processed mystery foods and pesticides and surround themselves with god-knows-what-chemicals in their plastic toys and off-gassing cars and sit on their asses all day and rarely find their jobs or lives rewarding and then they suffer depression or chronic fatigue or a limp dick or thin-fucking-eyelashes and “ask yor doctor about AbiliHardOniStatAlys.”/end rant/

July 25, 2015

Why must I sign in? Where do I begin? I would've known he was a shark if I could've seen his fins.

July 24, 2015
head with a hole :: goliard :: 0

I like to think Trent Reznor wrote that one for me.

July 23, 2015
parallel. :: goliard :: 0

Close, but not too close; like the double yellow lines on the highway, but are we going in the same direction? Hard to say.

lyrics :: goliard :: 2

Sure 'cement' rhymes better with government than 'asphalt'. But still, I'm sad.

the cure :: 'mouse :: 0

After careful soul searching, Joseph concluded that he needed either a huge dose of good news or else a mommy to make things all better.

July 22, 2015
justified :: goliard :: 2

Riddle me this: if I have a free bag of intact walnuts and a neighbor who regularly parks in handicapped but I know Is Not, I get to righteously shell the car once darkness falls, as long as I scream "incoming! while doing so, right? Right?

July 21, 2015
W… T… F… !!! :: 'mouse :: 4

Every once in a while I experience a true wtf moment that stops me in my tracks listening to random play in the Amazing Scrine Music Library archives; today's moment was brought to me by Willie Nelson singing "The Harder They Come."

Look, I know that it's government work, and because it's government work you need three rounds of interviews and a written test, but this job literally, literally! has my name written all over it, so could you please just skip all of that other stuff and hire me already?

July 20, 2015
all that glitters :: 'mouse :: 3

All that glitters... is probably just heat distortion and the effect of drought-induced dehydration.

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