Anna Bell

Swoglet.

I’ve been on vacation for a week and just logged into to alpha for the first time, so as soon as I saw this little dude it consumed my every last brain cell.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we swoglet.

My brain tends to work in a weird web, where someone mentions something, which reminds me of a second thing, the mention of which then reminds me of a third thing, and on down the line until suddenly I surface with a reference or comment which seems like a total non-sequitur, but it makes sense to me.

Anyway, pirates.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and did you know Moby Dick was based on a true story? The fate of the Essex was even more brutal than the book suggests. The year was 1819…

I feel a little bad for Cory. He always tries so hard with his earworms to choose something that’s both catchy, and that I would like, but my daughter has been listening to one Hatsune Miku song on a loop for the past two weeks, so his stellar choices are absolutely not breaking through.

Actually, on second thought, I mostly feel bad for myself.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and we’ll answer. I apologize in advance if I accidently start typing out lyrics in the middle.

That’s definitely what people call it when you give up and wear a tank top on a 95 degree day, right?

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll give you the answers, as long as you don’t mind waiting between gulps of this comically oversized slushie.

Look, I know what they say about making coffee your whole personality and everything, but sometimes I feel like the only thing standing between me and just lying on the floor is a nice cuppa.

No, Rutherford, I absolutely do not share.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we might answer, as long as you bring me a biscotti or something. Just a little nibble.

I’m really glad Kate Bush is seeing a bit of the resurgence she deserves, but if we stop at Running Up That Hill I’m gonna be real annoyed.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’re probably in the attic in a bean bag chair listening to some records. We’ll be down in a few. Be cool. Don’t tell mom.