Answer your fucking cell phone Kurado!

Considering I receive one phone call every week (I guess that tells you quite a bit about my social life), a cell phone wouldn't be too useful to me.

That alone should be sufficient reason for me not to bother with a cell phone, however, I feel I must also admit something else: there is absolutely nothing I hate, loathe, abhor and despise more than a cell phone ringing during class, or, to a lesser extent, pretty much anything of even remote importance. There is even something I've promised myself should I ever become a professor: whatever classroom I use will have an hydraulic press, provided with funds from my own pocket if need be, and in the very first lecture all students will be informed of the two choices available to them should they forget to turn off their annoying little toys and said toys start to emit whatever nauseating series of sounds. The first is to instantly drop the class I'm teaching and never come back. The second is to have me crush their little omnidirectional sludge pump in the aforementioned hydraulic press.

Well, a man can dream I guess.

Jam it back in, in the dark.