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Yeah, can we talk about Neville Longbottom? Because he turned out smokin'. Like, never-saw-that-comin' smokin'.

All the little girls need to major in Herbology now.

Ohhh boy. Me and my brain.

So I got the security code key fob for SW:TOR. I installed it. I go to use it...

...the random number it generates is so friggin long that my dyscalcula is having a really hard time with it. I have enough trouble with the WoW security code, this one is three digits longer.

Numbers HURT. This is why I hire an accountant, or let J. dial phones for me most of the time. I have nightmares about phone numbers, as in I go to dial one and the phone is bizarro so the buttons are out of order. The way I remember phone numbers is memorizing the pattern of buttons (I had a hell of a time as a kid with the clunky dial phones my parents refused to give up). Trying to do math problems in school was hell, when I would write them down the numbers would turn into animals and walk around the paper. 2s are ducks. I liked 2s.