Matthew Rossi
The Queue: Woo-Hoo
Listening to Blur’s Song 2 and just letting the beat roll over me. I know it’s supposed to be satirical, but that’s the problem with doing a satire too well — they actually crafted one of the best grunge songs I’ve ever heard in the process. It’s up there with Sebadoh’s Flame and Pearl Jam’s Go, in my opinion.
Let us discuss your questions, good people.
The picture of Maiev is unrelated.
The Queue: Paaaaatch 6.2
It feels like we’ve been waiting forever for this, and yet, like it’s happening incredibly soon. The expansion came out in November of last year, and we’re looking to potentially be on its finally patch by June/July of the following? It’s so outside of my usual experience with World of Warcraft and its patches that I don’t even know what to do. I’m torn is what I’m saying.
Let’s talk about your questions, that will take my mind off of patch 6.2.
Wow, you guys love to debate the back and forth of Tyrande and Malfurion’s marriage. That’s a box of wet cats I have no interest in sticking my arm into.
Know Your Lore, Tinfoil Hat Edition: Time as a river
The Warrior’s Charge: The future of Gladiator’s Resolve
The Queue: Brontosaurus Rises?
Guys, I know I’m kind of a dinosaur nut. But you can stop tweeting to me about Brontosaurus. For starters, the debate has just been started, not settled. It may well be years before we have a definitive consensus from the paleontologists of the world on whether Brontosaurus is a legitimate species. The study is very interesting, but it just opens the door on the discussion, and more work will be needed. Besides, let’s be honest – you’re all gonna keep calling it Brontosaurus no matter what.
It’s late so I’m sitting here listening to Ministry and writing The Queue.
Azeroth holidays need more stuff to kill
Know Your Lore: Who is the Cowled Ranger?
The Queue: My fever is writing The Queue today
I spent last night thinking about humans. We’re terrifying if you really stop and think about us. We can eat things that are toxic to most other species. We can survive broken bones, gunshot wounds, all manner of injuries that would incapacitate or even kill most other species on Earth. Humans used to hunt by simply walking after our prey until it fell down dead from exhaustion. Then we figured out how to make things get dead even more efficiently. Spears, spear-throwers, slings, bows… we’re a terrifying bunch.



