I'm a pretty jaded person when it comes to really popular things, so I tend to avoid them regardless of the actual quality of said popular things. And yet there I was (with Mrs. Suit by my side) at Borders on Friday night, standing in line with a few hundred teenagers dressed in robes and wizard hats - not waiting to buy my reserved copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but to receive a colored wristband that would allow ... Read on, Daddy-O