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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2009-08-17T06:58:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Counting Crows, "Rain King/Thunder Road."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1.  BART is not on strike.  I would say "yay, the unions reached a settlement," but since I left Lilly alone with my Internet-equipped computer just before the strike was called off, I'm going to opt for "yay, my Siamese is not fire-bombing the California coastline to protest Mommy not coming home for a week."  Don't mess with the Siamese.  You will regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fourteen days.  Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My new Netbook is a joy and a wonder, except when it's royally fucking stuff up.  Most recently, it has elected to royally fuck up the .ms of &lt;i&gt;Red Hood's Revenge&lt;/i&gt; that I was giving a quick polish for Jim.  I'm attempting file recovery now, and if that doesn't work, I'll just go through the .ms a second time.  Thankfully, it was relatively clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Also thankfully, my Netbook did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; elect to royally fuck up the latest draft of &lt;i&gt;The Brightest Fell&lt;/i&gt; (Toby Daye, book five).  This is A Very Good Thing.  I would be substantially less sanguine about that particular rewrite.  There might be screaming, and possibly the eating of human flesh.  Mmmm, human flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The incredibly awesome stick insect that has been sticking to Kate and GP's front door frame for the last few weeks was gone this morning when I went out to meet the bus.  I wish him all good things in his future endeavors, and hope that he is not inside the house, preparing to crawl into someone's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have decided that I don't like second books in trilogies that don't admit to being trilogies when I pick them up.  There will be more on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I want a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's by you?</content>
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