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Anna Bell

Anna Bell @liopleurodonic — Anna Bell -- and yes that is her real name -- has 2 kids, a degree in English literature, and has been playing video games as long as she can remember. In addition to Blizzard's game she's also into Farm Simulator esports, and romanced Alistair in Dragon Age.


The Queue: Holiday Hours

Rutherford said it would be irresponsible to just sneak out the back when it’s our Queue day, and I see where he’s coming from, but since he can’t really operate a keyboard and Siri’s speech to text doesn’t understand bear, that means he gets to frolic in the snow while I do this.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we answer, but we just want to let you know that it’s kind of a drag on a day like today. I’m just saying.


The Queue: Last Minute?

It would appear that, once again, my inability to keep track of what day it is at any given time has really come back to bite me in the butt. How are Rubix cubes this expensive? How is Rutherford going to use one without thumbs, anyway?

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and we’ll get around to answering just as soon as we finish this one last Amazon order.


The Queue: embarrassment of riches

Between the Steam Fall Sale last week, where I finally picked up both Bear and Breakfast and Bugsnax, Dragonflight this week, The Long Dark‘s first DLC releasing yesterday, and Hearthstone‘s March of the Lich King expansion and Overwatch 2‘s second season starting today, there’s so many freaking games on my plate that I’m so excited to sink my teeth into right now. Unfortunately, due to all the real life stuff I have going on, I barely had the chance to scrape the surface of any of them. I feel like the protagonist of that Twilight Zone episode with all the books.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and do you mind if we wait to answer until after we play a round or two?


The Queue: Anybody got any fours?

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?


The Queue: It Is Tuesday, My Dudes.

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.


The Queue: Queue’s Haunted

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.


The Queue: As a bee

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.


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