The Queue: Spring, or something like it

It seems to have turned over to springtime for those of us in the northern hemisphere, or at least that’s what all the azaleas would have me believe. I actually hung up the hammock for a little while yesterday — only to notice a telltale yellowish tinge all over the thing. Ah, right. It’s also, therefore, coincidentially, pollen season.

This is The Queue, where you ask us — ACHOO! — questions and we give you the a… give you aaa… ACHOO!

Composting is pretty easy — add roughly equal amounts of dry brown stuff like leaves or paper and squishy green stuff like vegetable scraps and non-seeded and non-propagating weeds, and something good and dirty will come out the other side.

The issues I’ve had with composting are mostly the outside factors, especially pests. We’re near a forest, so lots of critters visit looking for an easy meal — having a good latch, and sometimes even a lock for the smarter woodland friends like raccoons is a must. In gardening in general, I’ve also had ongoing issues with invasive creatures across the board. Learning the difference between earthworms and invasive hammerhead worms was a tricky one, for instance, and due to how the hammerheads behave, I keep an old water bottle full of vinegared salt water with me outside at all times to make sure those little heckers are dead-dead the second I see them. Meanwhile, those huge yellow joro spiders that have been all over the media lately aren’t too bad. They tend to be stone-cold stupid, rebuilding their webs in the exact same place every time I knock them down.

On second thought, maybe I don’t want to go outdoors this spring.

Here, I have to defer to our staff writer Christian, who wins Pun Of The Day:

None! In 9.2 she’s Ve’nowhere

Venari hasn’t shown up yet, which I’m hoping means we’ll see a continuation of her story as we go. Considering the narrative surrounding the Brokers and their ability to show up dang near anywhere, it’s a good a shot as any we’ll see her again.

I feel like Fantasia and Bugs Bunny cartoons is a gimme for the gen-X/elder millennial set. My cousin was on the professional ballet track from an early age, so I listened to a lot — and I mean a lot — of the typical dance songs that way. Kitri’s variation from Don Quixote, Firebird, Giselle, Coppelia, and of course, The Nutcracker in its entirety is emblazoned in my memory.

The funny bit about the Bugs Bunny tracks was that, even with all of the above, I didn’t realize that some of them were part of longer works until far, far later. In high school we worked slowly through Offenbach’s Orpheus In The Underworld overture, and it wasn’t until we were well past the lovely pastoral bit and heartbreaking reeds and rounding the bend into the end when — hey, isn’t this the can-can?

I’m pretty sure the entirety of Panic! At The Disco’s discography applies here. I Write Sins Not Tragedies in particular is just obviously the pinnacle of a courtly whodunnit. There’s a fairly standard wedding, and then the party, led by the bard in a characteristic top hat and red coat, busts in and causes utter chaos with the help of an accordion player, fire breather, and a dude on stilts. I mean, it’s practically every campaign I’ve ever played it, honestly. All that’s missing is a pickpocket and some kind of familiar (or five, if I’m playing).

Alternately, the wronged woman, thought drowned, re-emerging to cause a righteous rampage through the heart of the city would make an amazing BBEG. What’s worse, looking jealous or crazy?