It has been one crazy week after another here, but A Thing™ I’ve been helping work on for a while finally made its way out into the world last night, and it’s been cool watching people react to and devour said thing. (Sadly, I still have to keep details brief for now.)
Anyhow, I’ve also been playing FFXIV a bit again, and, hoo boy, is that game a trip. I appreciate Square’s willingness to let it just be weird sometimes.
But enough about that. Let’s Queue.
So just yesterday a murderer was convicted thanks to a herculean effort by a lot of people to overcome systemic racism, Jeff Kaplan left Blizzard, Jim Steinman died, and a whole lot more besides. It was a big day. On a personal front, I went to the doctor and found out I’m doing better health wise than I thought, which was nice, although I’m still a weird mutant who produces way too much iron. Sadly, it’s enough iron to make me sick, but not enough to grow steel hard skin or anything like that.
Anyway, let’s chat about Blizzard and games and stuff.
Do the thing. You know the one.
This is The Queue, where we are occasionally mature enough to answer any burning questions you may ask (but only very occasionally).
Welcome to Monday, everyone! I still haven’t killed Mythic Lady Darkvein, our best pull is 17% but that fight gets chaotic by the end. Finding out how to get the Slime Serpent was pretty fun though.
Hope y’all had a great weekend, it’s time for — The Queue.
Really, this is all your fault.
Anyone else feel like the month just started? This has admittedly been a bit of a tumultuous month for me, but even still, it’s hard to believe we’re halfway through it already.
But Jovan’s the expert on time, so I’ll leave that discussion for another day.
Right now, we Queue.
In honor of the patch 9.1 separate shoulder transmog option, this Queue will be answered by me, with help from Rossi’s Rosin-Soaked Shoulderplates, since we’re friends now.
They are my favorites. They will be your favorites too.
Can’t relate. Unless it’s in video games, of course.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we take a minute to answer before we go take a nap in the hammock.
It snowed this weekend. I thought we were done with this nonsense!
While I write a strongly worded letter to my local meteorologist, it’s time for — The Queue.
It’s a Wooloo. That’s it, that’s the Queue, see you later people.
Okay, maybe I’ll answer a couple of questions before I go.