I hate ink! I hate ink! I hate ink! Did I mention I hate ink? Damn smudges everywhere. Anyone requiring someone who's left-handed to write with ink ought to have his eyes poked out with a burning pointy stick, tongue cut out piece by piece with toenail clippers, and forced to listen to 48 straight hours of Celine Dion! Ok, make it 24 hours. 48 hours would violate the Geneva Convention I think.