Yes, technically he was born in a year that is 15 digits prior to the year we're inhabiting now, but LEGALLY HE IS 14, and you robotically repeating, "But he's fifteen" after you've confirmed his birthdate to me does not magically confer legal fifteenity on him. Bad dad, no biscuit.

How is that not epically (word of 2013, so far) stupid. I would give my parents back and go into a caregiver lottery. A border collie would make more sensible medical decisions.

a) it isn't your decision
b) it won't happen.

Poor guy, JZ being all mean to him when his boo boo is sick. No feelings...

(Gives Dad #1 Special Comment face) Although, actually, he is probably having trouble dealing. Which can really *look* like being delusionally crazy.

Not to mention that blood banks are generally even *safer* than designated donor blood (because of the anonymity and heavy duty screening of the former vs. friends and family in the latter sometimes feeling emotionally pressured to give even if they know they're not ideal donors). Which is really just a side note to the main stupid, but still worth noting.

He's probably not dealing either. Not that I know anything about being a control freak about something ridiculous when I am upset. But my friend does.

Dad #1 seemed pretty reassured once I told him there'd be TVs aplenty throughout the hospital (I'm sure that everyone who isn't being called to a code will be hovering around the waiting rooms all day). And he did cop to being a Niners fan himself; I can easily believe that the kid is too, just because at that age if the rest of the family is all excited about something you usually are too, even if you don't understand anything about it.

And the surgery isn't until the following day; the day before is all preop tests, meeting the surgical team, and getting the kid acclimated to the hospital environment, so he wasn't quite so much trying to reschedule his kid's surgery as not understanding how long the preop would take.

And, y'know, he didn't hang up on me and instantly call someone else to try to get the answer he wanted. So, props for that.

So Dad #1 is slightly misguided but trying. Dad #2 just sucks.

Just had my support group and am, as usual, filled with gratitude for my family.

Today's Google fun is for the birthday of Mr. Zamboni. There's an amusing little game that lets you drive a little zamboni of your very own.

By a series of mistakes ( I thought I was searching mail, I was searching my drive,) I ran across a folder (and subfolders) of stuff I'd been working on back in 2009. During SMOV and just before I went to Nepal/Bhutan, which was crazycakes times.

In this folder was a bunch of files I'd been in the process of reingesting. But I hadn't finished. Interrupted, they were forgotten for 3 years.

Good news: I can now reingest them and get rid of some recurrent errors. My packrat habits serve me well, cause I saved all this stuff off our old ops machine when we switched to linux, 'just in case.' Bad news: THREE FUCKING YEARS. OMGFAIL. So embarrassing. Owned right up to it, but jaysus.

Went out to dinner with B&A and it was $10 bottle of wine night at the Dizz. So I drank half of one to go with my brandied pepper bacon with provolone burger and sweet potato fries. And took the bottle home. Seems like a good plan.

I've got to steam the cat before I crash tonight.

Steaming a cat sounds hard and potentially dangerous.

and I thought it was just a euphemism.