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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2010-09-27T08:02:00</title>
    <published>2010-09-27T15:02:42Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Journey, "Faithfully."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1.  My website is currently down.  Thanks to everyone who's pointed that out thus far today (and that's a sincere thanks&amp;mdash;I needed to know, and better multiple people tell me than no one tells me).  My webmaster is still asleep, because he's a lucky bastard, so I'll check in with him when he gets up.  For now, site fall down, go boom.  No clue why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Oddly, this has come up lately, so...I try to answer all comments on this journal.  Because my LJ inbox goes newest-to-oldest, when I get behind, newer comments wind up getting answered first, just so I don't miss any.  I swear I'm not ignoring you if I haven't answered you yet, I just haven't answered you yet.  It's all very recursive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pumpkin Pie Pop-Tarts.  Yet another thing that I eat so that you don't have to.  (I mean, they taste like pumpkin pie.  Sort of.  If it were being made by a robot who'd never tasted real pumpkin pie, but was really, really trying, really, really hard, and is now rusted from the shame of failure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The robot has never known love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Things that are surprisingly classy: K-Mart's Halloween shirt selection for this year.  I mean, who knew, right?  But they have some lovely fall-themed stuff that manages to be seasonal, yet tasteful, and doesn't make me look like a house.  Everybody wins!  Especially me, as I enjoy bedecking my breasts with appliqued candy corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Places that currently have signed copies of my books, and will do mail-order: Borderlands Books in San Francisco.  Other Change of Hobbit in Berkeley.  Places that currently do not have signed copies of my books: pretty much everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm attempting to finalize the liner notes source file for &lt;i&gt;Wicked Girls&lt;/i&gt;, which means lots of cross-referencing and looking things up.  Like many things in life, making an album is infinitely more complicated than it seems at first glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I fly to New York one week from today.  This means I'm going to be scrambling to catch up with everything before I go, and then probably not posting much for about a week.  I promise I will not be eaten by a grue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Summer is spewing its last gasps all over the Bay Area, resulting in my wearing less clothing in September than I did in August.  There is something very wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I feel a rant about holidays coming on.  But not until I've had more caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's by you?</content>
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