I’ve been bad.

My son has been really bad.

And my job has been really, really, stinkingly, ridiculously bad. As in, working at nights, early in the mornings, during lunch, and, through the miracle of wireless fidelity, also known as "WiFi," just about any wonderful place I can carry my computer.

The precious little downtime I’ve had has been spent in slothful pursuit (reading, television, and other forms of brain wanking), and my little baby boy has discovered the magic power of the full-throated yell when he is ignored for more than three seconds. But it’s really been the job — due to a computer system malfunction making it run as if designed by a team of Chilean sea bass, one essential part of my work is taking about four times as long as normal. Until the programmers/sea bass fix the problem, I’m basically screwed.

I’ll try to do better. I’ll try to visit all the blogs I know and love. I’ll try to post something more than once a fortnight. I’ll try not to slowly lose my sanity in the fiery caldron of my job.

 But I can’t promise.