Elizabeth Harper
The Queue: What day is it again (again)?
Well, it’s Friday… again. I just don’t know how this keeps happening.
The Queue: The Queue about Star Trek (and maybe some other things)
The problem is that once I start talking about Star Trek, it’s hard to get me to stop… so I’ve left that for the end and tried to answer a few questions first.
The Queue: Welcome to Westmarch
It’s new game day, my friends, and I am so excited! At long last, Diablo Immortal is here.
And maybe some other stuff happened. Let’s Queue.
WRUP: We’re definitely not a cult edition
The Queue: I really did not see this coming
I’ve been writing on the internet for a long time now, but Orca obsession is a content curveball you just don’t see coming.
The Queue: Liz is still alive edition
Hello, friends! I am in fact still here… just not extremely here. And also very tired.
The tired part is normal, but usually I exist a little more than I do right now. Insomuch as any of us exist. What is existence, anyway? How do we know that we, in fact, exist? Do I know you exist? All of us are just voices in the ether, communicating via this sequence of symbols. Can you prove my existence? Can I prove yours?
We may never know. But I don’t feel very existent right now.
So let’s spend our mutual non-existence, maybe-existence, partial-existence, or straight-up existence in this social experiment we call the Queue.
The Queue: The one where we talk about dragons
Spoiler alert: they’re all the one where we talk about dragons.
Dragons are just so great. The flying? That’s great. All of those colorful scales? Pretty great! The ability to go full on Onyxia and deep breath your enemies? Really super great. I just really love dragons is what I’m saying. Video game dragons, fictional dragons, it doesn’t matter.
Dragons are just great, and if you disagree with me …. well, you’re just wrong.
The Queue: Naga, Murlocs, and Pirates — oh my!
Which would you rather have — one 6/6 orca or six 1/1 otters? This is the difficult question that the new Hearthstone card Flipper Friends asks you, and I admit I don’t know if I’d prefer to have the friendship of this happy, smiling orca or these happy, smiling otters.
But since I can’t answer that question, let me try to answer yours.
The Queue: A Queue arrives precisely when it means to
Me, late? Never.
The Queue: Every crew is a chaos crew
In Critical Role Campaign 2, part of the group decided to call themselves the “chaos crew,” but it’s really the Campaign 3 group that brings true chaos. But can anyone really call themselves a chaos crew? When you put any group of people together, chaos ensues. Just look at the chaos Mitch brings to our lives every day. Just look at the chaos of a raid group of people. (Particularly my raid group. Have you ever seen us? It’s a wonder we get anything done.) And look at John de Lancie in any Star Trek series he’s graced — chaos.
The world is chaos. Unpredictable and frequently maddening.
And of course the Queue is chaos too, so let’s embrace calamity and answer (maybe) some questions (also maybe).



