Whining.

 Working on final edits for a story, and I hate commas, numbers, capitals, and all the other things that English has left dozens of different style guides and ideas for. English is a drunken lout that wanders into your store and demolishes your words or glory with drunken rants about how "oh, commas don't go there!"

Of course you think that English, because you live to suck my creative impulses out through my cranium, enjoying the way I just slowly melt over my keyboard. 

The day I get rich, I'm building a secret base and kidnapping the world's best copyeditors. Where some mad scientists capture brilliant researchers for their knowledge, I will kidnap those strange people who actually enjoy reading a book to make certain that every comma is in the right place. 

Yes. This has been a whine.