I think in the end, N’Zoth really just wants a hug. Why else would it keep pulling you in with its shadow tentacles? It wants a hug and then it’s upset when we reply with violence. It’s a sad story.
I’m not sure how it keeps becoming Friday, but it’s Friday! Again!
Somehow, every day seems to be Friday and also it’s never Friday. How does that even work??
I suppose it doesn’t matter, because today is definitely Friday. Or at least I’m writing the Queue, so I’m going to say it’s Friday and in so doing make it true.
So happy Friday, Queue!
If Mitch posts a picture of a cat, I have to post a picture of a dog. That’s just how this works, okay?
Headline conventions? I don’t have to follow headline conventions.
As time has ceased to have any meaning in the world, so to has the Queue ceased to have any meaning.
We’ll answer some questions anyway.
It seems like every week I start writing the Queue thinking “it’s Friday already??” Except time has ceased to have all meaning. I’m writing the Queue, but it isn’t Friday. And when I wrote the Queue last week, it wasn’t Friday either.
I am at a loss.
Let’s just hope today’s the day I’m supposed to write the Queue.
No, this isn’t a joke Queue.
It’s just an out of order Queue, because it’s 2020 and time has stopped having any meaning. So let’s ignore the calendar and get to questions.
Just what are all of these eyes staring at, you think? Do they ever get bored? Do they have days off?
It seems like a tiring, thankless job, being an ever-staring eye in Ny’alotha.