Elizabeth Harper

Somehow another week has passed, with every day feeling like it’s vanished in no time at all.

And yet also it feels like it’s been a million years since we last spoke, Queue. Where have you been? Why have we grown so distant??

But let us not dwell on the vagaries of time. Let us speak and be merry while yet we can.

Time keeps passing, and I’m not really sure how. By which I mean: It’s Friday! Again!

Happy Queue, folks. Let’s get to the questions.

Though what the Queue does is questionable, which means what the Queue is is equally questionable.

Hm. Well, I never said I had all the answers, which is clearly why I’m here writing this Q&A column.

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.

The Blizzard Watch crew usually gets together once a month to play a D&D game that I can only describe as wacky and wonderful.

As time has ceased to have any meaning in the world, so to has the Queue ceased to have any meaning.

Maybe. Maybe?

We’ll answer some questions anyway.