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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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Sentence Count

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2014 ~ 138
2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
2011 ~ 940
2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
2007 ~ 4502
2006 ~ 3037
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August 27, 2015
the dream of vengeance. :: goliard :: 0
Today, as I am recovering my love of irony driving around in Spirographs listening to even my GPS uttering wtf as I look for a mechanic who will install a part purchased on ebay, carrying a copy of the original warranty that proves a 12 year old recall is called a technical service bulletin and no longer applies, I realize that car repair is just like healthcare, and to Bob and Mike and Joe and Pete I issue a curse of the intersection of bad health and an hmo that will bring them to my world and make them subject to my rules.

Juan realized he must be doing his midlife crisis wrong when he found himself utterly uninterested in cute young women, fast sports cars and drinking to excess.

I just learned the hard way that betting "dollars to donuts" is not the deal it once was for the donut-loser.

August 21, 2015
Happy Dance :: 'mouse :: 1

Some people call it a "standing desk" but Juan, after checking to see his curtains were securely closed, liked to crank up the tunes and call it his "dancing desk."

August 18, 2015
Ed went about his normal shift with his normal amount of apathy, exuding his normal amount of existential weariness until all 7-feet of Zed appeared in the coolers.
August 15, 2015
tenuous. :: goliard :: 2
Sometimes certain words burrow into my brain and refuse to come out (even after I've held a lit flame to their blood engorged asses) and they insist that I write something about them; so I reminded myself of its strict definition but still I got nothing: the evening news is showing me pin fish biting on men's nipples but I got nothing, the presidency looks to be a race about who we can make fun of the most and I got nothing: how can I narrow my focus I think, when it is a word that describes everything.
August 10, 2015

"Twenty-five minutes later Mouse and I were driving off in his brand-new 1967 El Dorado. It was pink, as many of Mouse’s cars were."

curiouser and curiouser :: goliard :: 0

If it was anyone else outside my front door at 6:30 in the morning I would've been alarmed.

August 08, 2015
what is wrong with me?? :: goliard :: 0

I'm sure I'm not supposed to view the prospect of going to the bar with friends with the exact same amount of enthusiasm I have for that upcoming CT scan I have scheduled.

I read Walter Mosley and wish I were a capable black man fighting injustice with strong fists and deep intelligence.

August 07, 2015

Admittedly, I haven't the slightest idea what their religion is comprised of, but as I drive through the immaculately groomed and litterless streets of their capitol, I wonder and I want to see what's behind the soundstage.

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