Ugh

After splitting five hours of this day between an operating table and a waiting room I walked out of the California Skin Institute around 2:00pm having left behind the following:

  • far too many embarrassing and ill-timed tears
  • a bunch of my face flesh
  • cancer

I've been super-pouting from the couch since the moment I got home, taking breaks only to consume frozen pizza, Gilmore Girls and Vicodin. B's been popping in periodically with treats in an attempt to make amends for calling me Phantom of the Opera earlier which, admittedly, was not unfunny, but also, like, too soon, bro. Oh, and the surgeon informed me that I can't drink alcohol or exercise until after Thanksgiving because of the stitches and my thin blood.

So that's swell.

On the bright side, I just took another Vicodin (the label said I could) so thirty minutes from now I probably won't even know where my now-disfigured face is.

Round One Complete

Last month I made mention of a future appointment to have a helping of Basal Cell diced out of my left face cheek and, well, the future is here.

The dude surgeon just got done shaving some of the carcinoma off a few minutes ago and while he takes the time to test it I've gotta sit in the waiting room lookin' like a spokesperson for Biore Pore Strips. Thankfully, the lobby music game here at the California Skin Institute is keeping things interesting. Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart" just finished rocking me out and by the sound of it "Listen to Your Heart" by Roxette is on deck.

The Colors of the Rand

In October of 2016 I tweeted on Twitter a series of pictures showing the progress of a silly project I was working on at my place of employment.




Then earlier this month, more than a full year after I'd wrapped up my portion of the aforementioned project, the World Wide Web got wind of it and turned it into a bit of a thing. Sites like Boing Boing, Digital Trends, Gizmodo, Mental Floss and Nerdist all published articles about the unorthodox method my employer uses to generate encryption keys.

Because I'm oblivious to pretty much anything not involving boys, fried food or musical theater, I had no clue that the Wall of Entropy I helped construct was getting so much love online, which is why I'm thankful to have friends who are less oblivious than I, one of whom linked me to a video that a British guy named Tom made explaining how the whole thing works.

I don't know how to wrap up this entry so I'll just say that of the more than 1,200 comments on the video above, the one below is my favorite.

Salt

I finished reading salt., Nayyirah Waheed's first published book of poetry, on the train earlier this week and I'm gonna stash my ten fave poems here cuz I think my loved ones are sick of me sharing them via text message.

i knew you.
before
i met you.
i've known you my whole life.

— nafsi


she asked
'you are in love
what does love look like'
to which i replied
'like everything i've ever lost
come back to me.'


when you are
here.
everything
is
wild.

— moon


i wake
to you everywhere.
yet
you are not here.

— reach


getting yourself together.
what about undoing yourself.

— the fix


in our own ways
we all break.
it is okay
to hold your heart outside of your body
for days.
months.
years.
at a time.

— heal


eyes that commit.
that is what I am looking for.


if you are softer
than before
they came.
you
have been loved.


i fell apart many times.
so.
what does that say about me
besides
i live through
wars.


chemistry
is
you touching my arm
and
it
setting fire to my mind.

— flood