It’s been light blogging lately, what with the cold, midterms, 13-hour school days, and the freelance projects on the side. Today in particular was one of those days when I just couldn’t get ahead, despite spending 12 hours (and counting!) at the keyboard. It’s hard to be productive when your 12-hour workday is broken into five-minute chunks by a constant stream of interruptions.

Like my friend Squeaky, I’m probably slightly assburgers. When I’m doing something like programming or writing, I focus very intensely and get very annoyed by distractions. And today was full of ‘em. Especially phone calls.

I try not to be a hateful person, I really do. But I hate, hate, HATE telephones with a great, vicious hatred. I can count on one hand the people from whom I’ll actually take a call; everyone else gets punted to voicemail. If they won’t leave a message, they don’t need to talk to me that badly. And if I didn’t have a grandmother in failing health, and if the Chinese joint down the street took carry-out orders via e-mail, I’d get rid of the damn thing completely.

But it is, for now, a necessary evil.

Telephone, n. An invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance.

- Ambrose Bierce

Anyways, I’ve got some actual gunblogging coming up. Tomorrow’s another 13-hour school day, so it might not get posted ’till Thursday.