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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: What’d I miss?

Hey guys! I’ve been on vacation for the first time in two years! Anything big happen in the past two weeks?

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we answer them by cracking a joke or two because we’re deeply upset and cope with gallows humor because otherwise we probably wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.


The Queue: Boxing Day

The day after a major patch is usually filled with some hiccups and other fixes to smooth things out, but whether or not this is disruptive can depend largely on your expectations and perspectives.

This is the Queue, where you ask us questions and we supply the answers. Quite.


The Queue: Explosions!

So, since I like to pretend I’m a good parent on Instagram, I’ve been trying to include a bunch of one-off STEM experiments and crafts in my kids’ summertime fun. Ice cream in a bag and fluffy slime were hits, but the former came with a lot of complaining that their arms were going to fall off, and fluffy slime, well, we make slime all the time, but without the shaving cream, which made it smell weird, and ugh, can’t we just play Roblox, mom?

But last week, we exploded soap in the microwave, and now they’re demanding more explosions. On the one hand, I can’t exactly blame them, but on the other hand, I feel like I’ve crossed a terrible threshold in their little lizard brains.

This the The Queue, where if you ask us questions we’ll take long enough to answer for this comically large fuse to burn down. Oh, nothing important, be chill.


The Queue: Now, where was I?

With the summer comes a constant state of interruptions. Between requests for snacks (which I’d intentionally put in a reachable place in the pantry) and complaints of being bored, I’m bored, I’m so booooored, even though I planned super cool activities like exploding soap and ice cream in a bag, I can’t really sit down and just write something like The Queue until everyone is in bed — and of course, one kid wants to stay up past her bed time, and the other is still in the habit of needing me at 3 am, so focusing on anything is

Sorry, I needed to get a kid a bowl of cereal. What were we talking about?

Oh, right, this is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we

Wait, where was I? And where’s my bear?


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