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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.
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I grew up reading Golden Age stories, so I am well used to -ize. I even know that there are a small number of different British publishers that use the -ize convention in formal publications. I know it because I read their books (damn them).
Given all of this, I'd like to submit this as evidence that I'm used to it, I'm comfortable around it, I can even, on occasion, not see it. I'm tough, I've been Americanized and zeed up and, yet, I am resilient and resistent. My language remains Australian and, indeed, I am now more likely to misspell words such as capsize into capsise.
However, in truth, I have to be fair to my honest soul and confess to Big (Rusty) Bird, I can't bear the sight of that Randomizer one more time.
Yours in alphabetical apology,