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.

Steam up the bathroom and stick Devi in it for 5-10 minutes, vet's orders.

Easier than pilling her, for sure!

My life, so glam!

That sounds more doable than what I was picturing.

Medical~ma for all that need it, btw. I am on my phone and therefore lurky, but reading and nodding and having what I hope are appropriate reactions.

That sounds more doable than what I was picturing.

Definitely more than what I was picturing. Ouch!

I really don't want to work tomorrow. I think looking at the computer all day will hurt. BUT, I can clearly look at one (hi, typing on one), and if I take the day off, will just laze around and do nothing. Ugh. I have a "work from a cafe" date with a friend for the afternoon.

-t! Are you going to be in Palo Alto from time to time? We should do something about that if so.

Does anyone know how to refer to what we call sweet potato in Jamaica:: [link] ? I want to know if it's available here, and where to go look for it, but google is remarkably unhelpful so far.

Interestingly, at one restaurant, if you order sweet potato fries, you get what Americans expect, but if you order sweet potato as a side (which I sure did--I gorged on almost as much sweet potato as I did plantain tarts), you get the yellow/green variety baked up.

I guess you just get used to the contradictions.

But--sweet potato pudding. I forget how much I miss that.

Did I mention I asked the last nurse about the dent in my head, and he said it looked like there was a healed laceration on one side? I still don't see how that translates to dent, or what my muscles are exactly doing back there, but is that the scar from when I fainted back in the day? That was about 4 years ago. HOW COULD I NOT KNOW? How could barbers, and friends who shaved my head, and doctors who worked on me not mention "Hey! There's a bit of a hole back here!"

And I have no idea what to tell the barber when I next go in.