The Queue: FriYay!

We’ve done it, we’ve reached the end of the week, and can celebrate! Especially since the next time I see you all, I’ll be another year older! My birthday is this weekend, and my favoritest person in the world has some secret plans for me to celebrate it. I’ve also done the positively luxurious thing and taken a four-day weekend — I know, you can be jealous right now.

So, I’m all set for a great weekend, and I hope that you’ll all have one just as good.

While I go relax, it’s time for — The Queue!

As a fellow cold-weather person, I know all too well your pain when it comes to scraping frost off of windows. Nothing makes me want to not go anywhere more than that annoying layer of frost on them. Especially if it’s the really thick stuff. Might as well just call the whole day a write-off and try again tomorrow!

They’ve gotta start their new crystal nooks!

I also imagine there’s a ceremonial horn hole put somewhere in a wall. The kind of damage you make so that the house has some already to try and stave off actual accidental horn damage. Alternatively, if the house isn’t pristine anymore, you don’t mind if you accidentally spill some gooey spider cakes on the floor. I can’t be the only one who thinks like that. As much as I like having shiny new stuff, sometimes it’s a relief when it gets scuffed.

In a word, Moose, Chaos.

I’m going to get all sorts of “evil” and “forbidden” architecture in place. The kind of stuff that says “yes, I do have a shrine to at least two of the Warhammer Chaos gods around here somewhere, why do you ask?” Dripping and oozing walls, mushrooms, excessive magical fires, tombs to ancient beings, skulls, skulls, and more skulls! Really just make it nice and gross — y’know?

Do they need me to? It feels like if you’re going to go out there and make a living by being a buffoon in front of audiences you probably have more than enough belief in yourself to cover all of your needs. So I guess no, I don’t believe in clowns.

I do believe in Harvey Dent, though. I also believe in life after love, a thing called love, the children are our future, and that it isn’t butter.

I don’t see my dozen questions.

You’re on thin ice, bucko!

I don’t have anything I watch because of tradition, although I’ll likely put on Beetlejuice at some point. Beyond that, who knows! Whatever spooky thing strikes my fancy. Maybe Killer Klowns from Outer Space, as it has recently shown up on a streamer, and I’ve never seen it in all of its wacky monstrousness. Alien is another great choice. I’ve just finished the new TV series, so going back and watching the first two movies doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

There’s no weekly vault to open tomorrow, so this is just a regular old picture of Bacardi. No extra luck or favor to earn here, just a nice picture of a nice cat.

Would you rather?

Go back in time ten years

Or

Go forward in time 50 years.

Today’s Halloween Anna Cory Earworm™: Black Magic Woman

I’m back for Monday’s Queue! I may be taking a long weekend, but I think I can hop on to answer some questions from you fine folks! Y’know, if MoveWoW ever gets around to asking his dozen questions.