Anna Bell

I gave it a couple hours before I gave up for the morning, and I took that opportunity to write The Queue. I have plenty of other stuff to do, so I’m not too annoyed, but Rutherford? Dude is positively seething. Look at that glare. Brr.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and then we’ll answer. I mean, what else are we gonna do right now, play cards?

Every time my week has a hiccup from the norm, I instantly become completely unmoored from time and space. So, as I hurriedly rush to finish The Queue (for the second time, because it’s haunted and my first attempt was destroyed, which is not a joke), I’d just like to take a moment to remind you that it is, in fact, Tuesday.

This is The Queue, where you ask us whether it’s Sunday, and that seems legit to me, but it’s definitely Tuesday.

In a fun look behind the scenes, our frequent commenters may not know that the Queue is in fact haunted. It’s the site as a whole, but there are certain temperamental quirks involved in writing and posting the Queue which make it the epicenter of this particular haunting. One of the easiest ways to get the spirit to show itself is to post a very long response, though embeds and other media have also been known to break it, as has overall length of the column. So no, I won’t be answering Cory’s longass question about all ten freakin expansions up til now.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll salt the doorways.

Did you ever look through your schedule for the day and forget something really, really important which makes it so you have to reorder just about everything? Anyway, apparently my kids have a distance learning day today so I really need to make this brief.

This is The Queue where you ask us questions and we give you the answers. As long as we remember to. No big whoop.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions but we may barter the ancient knowledge for items that may keep us safe. Salt. A sprig of holly for sympathetic magic. The mood is right. The spirit’s up. We’re here tonight and that’s enough. It must be enough. It is the season.

The Buble cometh.

We talk a big game about Halloween around here but the fact is Blizzard already created the most creepy zone they ever will in Maldraxxus. The Jellycat is especially beloved, but my god is that thing awful.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll pluck the answers from the air, one by one, much like these hairs springing from warty outgrowths. Brr.

I’ve been playing the card game Snap since I was a kid. I was also passing familiar with Pokémon Snap, but that played on “snapshot” rather than the card game. I assumed Marvel SNAP had gameplay similar to the card game, but also maybe had something in common with the Pokémon version, particularly the “catch em all” motif associated with TCGs. I’m not sure exactly when it hit me that the annoying all-caps brand styling emphasizing SNAP was depicted as cracked and disintegrating, a la the infamous Thanos Snap in the MCU, but man did I feel kinda stupid that it was more recent than it should’ve been.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’re probably on the ball enough to know the answer. Maybe.

So y’all asked a lot of questions about stuff coming up and I answered. I didn’t realize until after I answered that, hey, wow. That’s kind of a lot.

So this is The Queue, where you ask the questions, and then buckle up for the answers.

Overwatch is dead. Long live Overwatch.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll probably find time to answer in the next lobby, or something.