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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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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
2015 ~ 254
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2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
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2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
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2006 ~ 3037
2005 ~ 1188
"Inadvertent musicians and elderly prostitutes and prestidigitators and Pentecostal preachers and students resembling mechanics and doctors conducting diagnoses in nightclubs and young journalists already retired and transvestites and second-foot shoe peddlers and porn film fans and highwaymen and pimps and disbarred lawyers and casual laborers and former transsexuals and polka dancers and pirates of the high seas and seekers of politicial asylum and organized fraudsters and archeologists and would-be bounty hunters and modern day adventurers and explorers searching for a lost civilization and human organ dealers and farmyard philosophers and hawkers of fresh water and hairdressers and shoeshine boys and repairers of spare parts and soldier’s widows and sex maniacs and lovers of romance novels and dissident rebels and brothers in Christ and druids and shamans and aphrodisiac vendors and scriveners and purveyors of real fake passports and gun-runners and porters and bric-a-brac traders and mining prospectors short on liquid assets and Siamese twins and Mamelukes and carjackers and colonial infantrymen and haruspices and counterfeiters and rape-starved soldiers and drinkers of adulterated milk and self-taught bakers and marabouts and mercenaries claiming to be one of Bob Denard’s crew and inveterate alcoholics and diggers and militiamen proclaiming themselves “masters of the world” and poseur politicians and child soldiers and Peace Corps activists gamely tackling a thousand nightmarish railroad construction projects or small-scale copper or manganese mining operations and baby-chicks and drug dealers and busgirls and pizza delivery guys and growth hormone merchants, all sorts of tribes overran Tram 83, in search of good times on the cheap." [Note: only 256 words, but I'm declaring it an honorary 500-word challenge participant since they were such great words -mouse]
The little girl's excitement over finding the dead snake reminded the Chief of the dead woman he'd recently discovered, but he kept this to himself, sensing that engaging in one-upsmanship with a seven year old was somehow a mistake he'd regret.
The girl raced across the parking lot, yelling, "Chief! Chief!," until her short little legs finally delivered her, out of breath, with a giant, ecstatic grin on her face as she proudly announced, "We found a dead snake!"
When I read that the next Star Trek movie would be out in 2016, I thought, Alright!, but when I read on and learned a fourth movie would be released in 2019, I couldn't help but start to worry about my own longevity.
I cannot think of a better thing to do than lie here on this lawn watching fluffy white clouds drift slowly by in a mostly blue sky.
There's a certain tipping point when friends, neighbors and ex-lovers start dying on a regular basis where the need for a fast, red sports car clearly outweighs the need for a positive balance in the ol' bank account.
Yesterday I plugged in the old record player and cued up some Simon and Garfunkel on Audio 1 and the mp3 file on Audio 2 and ran a true side-by-side comparison; they were both excellent but completely different - I clearly need both!
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