Much to my pleasure, I have finally found a project that interests me enough to begin using Bharat's Time Turner with it. I've installed a development environment on my laptop that means every time I have two minutes to work on it, zing! out comes the laptop, and I start working.

Because everyone knows I don't go anywhere without my laptop.

Gah! Two minutes wasted typing this up!

Had dinner with James Pine tonight. Somehow, I managed to convince him to cook for the two of us, and he barbequed pork non-ribs with some tasty, tasty sauce. Okay, the "convincing" was really just accepting his offer to cook, since he needed the motivation to clean up his apartment before Priyanka came home next week. The food was delish! Mmmmmmmm!

Only downside was that Pine kept the leftovers. :\

Also saw Tron for the first time in my life. And Cronus, which Pine said was in Spanish with English subtitles, but really was in half English and half Spanish with all the characters talking in their native tongues and the other characters magically understanding what was said. It was strange.

Pine, as always, had some choice quotes during the evening (recalling, he named my blog), the only I remember (because I SMS'd it to myself before drinking just under half a bottle of wine) happened after Pine commented that he can be patient when he needs to be. I expressed surprise, and he continued that, if it's in his best interest, he can be patient, but if there's a better, faster way to accomplish something, he won't be.

"It's not so much impatience, as the inefficiencies of time."

So, apparently there are bad cancers, good cancers and bad good cancers.

Melanoma is considered a bad cancer. It's an aggressive cancer, difficult to treat and has a low cure rate. Other bad cancers include breast, ovarian, and blood cancers.

Basal cell carcinoma is considered a good cancer. It's easy to treat, typically balls into discreet tumours and has a high cure rate.

However, bcc doesn't always form with sharp edges. Sometimes the tumour sends tendrils out, and invades other cell areas. We'll call this the bad good cancers.

Apparently, this is what I have, the bad good. I won't know the extent of the tumour until the surgery on May 11th. The doctor said I can expect stitches from the middle of my eyelid to my temple. They'll be in six days before being removed.

I talked to my mom about the timing of the surgery before I scheduled it. The first available appointment was this coming Thursday, the 28th, but I won't be able to fly until the stitches are out, and absolutely not any exertion for two days (no ultimate for at least a week). So, the 28th would mean no Hawaii. Having it removed the following Thusday would mean no road trip with Paul, so that week is out.

The following weekend is my sister-in-law's college graduation. I'm torn about that weekend, because it's her graduation. But another week. This thing itches like mad. I don't think I can wait another week, especially mentally.

As I was waiting for the doctor today, I looked at my chart. I think most people don't bother actually looking at their charts. I was curious. The initial diagnosis was so casual. "Bumps on back." With quotes. Like I was imagining the bumps on my back and near my eye. Now everything I see has me wondering, is this cancerous, too? Should I have this looked at?

Thank goodness my zits and pimples are few and far between.

I've been writing here for over two years. I've been trying to get Kris to start blogging for a long part of that time, even going so far as to buy several different domains hoping one would stick.

Well, he has finally started blogging. Today's story made me laugh. It's about the elevator incident.

As on most Wednesdays, we went to communal dinner tonight. Mark and Megan put their little girl, Mirabelle to work, cooking a tasty lasagna meal. That kid is amazing: in under twenty two days of life-not-attached-to-mom, she's managed to learn how to sit up, nearly how to walk, track people, manipulate her parents and cook an amazing lasagna dish. If you ever wonder why I don't want kids, look at that Smith kid and know that any kid of mine could never compare.

The evening conversion oddly enough, turned to broken bones. Kris commented that Doyle had on video a particularly bad layout where he landed on the disc and jammed the rim into his ribs. He crawled off the field, and all of it was caught on video. Mark commented he had broken a rib once, then continued that the last bone he thinks he broke was his face from when I kicked him. He continued that his face was sore for about two months after the kicking. He noticed it especially after pressing on one side of his face for a longish period of time (where longish equals an hour or so).

When he told the story I stopped what I was doing, mortified. Sure, sure, it was entertaining at the time, and yes, this waiver and that disclaimer, but, dude, I physically injured someone. It was funny at the time, yes, the story is still funny, and, yes, I laughed with everyone tonight.

But part if me is more than a little shocked. I hadn't realized.