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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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  <updated>2008-12-18T04:06:19Z</updated>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2008-12-17T19:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T04:06:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T04:06:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The theme from 'Big Bang Theory.'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Step one: Get off work.  Go to Target.  Buy microwave lunches for the next week, because Target is the only damn store in the damn Bay Area that reliably carries the kinds that I'll actually eat.  Is it so hard for Safeway to keep Chicken Mirabella, Shrimp Marinara, and Tuna Casserole on their shelves?  Apparently, yes.  Yes, it is.  (I'm only willing to eat like four kinds of microwave meal, and even I eventually get tired of spaghetti.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step two: Go to the comic book store.  Engage an annoying patron in a vigorous discussion of why, perhaps, declaring "Fuck the Gemworld!" in a store containing, well, me, is not the world's very best idea.  Amuse the counter monkeys immensely.  The counter monkeys like me, as I am reliable, polite, and very, very addicted to comics.  The counter monkeys have no such fondness for annoying patron, hereby referred to as 'the cat-toy.'  The cat-toy survived our encounter, but did not linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step three: Go home.  Set the kitchen on fire making cranberry sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step four: Put out the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step five: Read &lt;i&gt;Hack/Slash&lt;/i&gt; while eating dinner.  After the dinner part of the program is done, ink and watch two episodes of &lt;i&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/i&gt; (season one).  Mr. Memory and The Human Labyrinth are now fully inked, as is the masthead.  Most of the Ragnaroctopus still needs to be finished.  But I found my zip-a-tone, so all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step six: Process the final edits for my &lt;i&gt;Grants Pass&lt;/i&gt; story, which is pleasant and nice and not at all disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step seven: Muck around with my clicky Vampire Wars game on Facebook.  Damn you, Jennifer, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step eight: Make this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step nine: Retreat to the back room for &lt;i&gt;Leverage&lt;/i&gt; and more comic books.</content>
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