Elizabeth Harper
All of the Alchemy Phials in Dragonflight alpha
This Queue exists in its designated spacetime location
Okay, seriously, where did this Friday even come from? There must have been time travel involved. That’s the only explanation for how it’s clearly Tuesday — at latest — but the computer insists it’s Friday. Weird.
Well, regardless of time or date, let’s get to some questions.
The Queue: Summer in the sun edition
It’s July. It’s Midsummer Fire Festival in WoW and Hearthstone.
But mostly it’s too hot outside so I am staying in with the windows closed and the A/C on. I’m just saying no to beach days because I will burn to a crisp. What Ragnaros couldn’t do, the summer sun can.
So let’s sit inside with our computers and talk about video games.
The Queue: Nearly the weekend edition
It’s Friday! Finally! Time to get some drinks with tiny umbrellas in them and celebrate.
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.



