Elizabeth Harper
The Queue: Dog
If Mitch posts a picture of a cat, I have to post a picture of a dog. That’s just how this works, okay?
The Queue is as the Queue does
Headline conventions? I don’t have to follow headline conventions.
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The Queue: What is a Queue?
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.
The Queue: It feels like I’m caught in a loop
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.
The Queue: I’ve given up on tracking time
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.
The Queue: Still existing edition
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.
The Queue: The Old Gods are dead
Long live the Old Gods.
The Queue: What even is time?
Keeping track of days — and thus time — is a complicated endeavor and I can’t envy anyone who does it on a regular basis.
But here we all are, stuck in time together, so I may as well look at answering a few questions.
The Queue: A day ending in Y
I don’t think it’s a hot take to say that Stormwind is just the worst.



