(Because I've been feeling curmudgeonly lately. In case it is not obvious, none of this Entirely Serious.) 1. I Hate Ants. Especially ones that refuse to know their place and insist on coming inside the house. I can sort of understand ants at a picnic - after all, they were there first, they can't help it if we plop our picnic blanket right on top of their living quarters. But my house was built in 1958 or so. Trust me, there ain't an ant alive on the planet that was around back then. Or isn't 45 years enough to learn the difference between indoors and outdoors? I'm tired of waking up to an ant crawling on my arm. 2. People in general need to learn to write. This goes triple for people on the internet. Yeah, I'm snobbish. If someone writes like a 12-year-old, I will think less of their general intelligence. (This is why I don't read fan fiction, and why I keep my visits to the RHS thread brief.) I don't think this is wrong of me. Is it wrong of me? What about if the person is actually 12 years old? What am I supposed to do then? Is there a self-help group or someplace I could go to unlearn spelling and grammar? Is this why I spent all that time in school, learning stupid things like the parts of speech and how to spell "evanescence"? Feeling gypped (not jipped). 3. If you're gonna translate Harry Potter to Hungarian, what's wrong with calling Hogwarts just that? Why is Roxfort better? And Piton instead of Snape - huh? (Some of them are good, though: MardekÃ¡r for Slytherin, for instance. Mar = bite, as in a snake, de = but, kÃ¡r = damage, harm, but also pity, as in "jaj, de kÃ¡r" - "oh, what a pity".) And why doesn't Hagrid speak in a nice, thick regional dialect? Oh, and does anyone actually say "nos" in actual conversation? I've certainly never heard it. That is all, carry on.