The Queue

I’ve just spent the weekend playing Doom Eternal. There’s no feeling quite like the feeling of waging a one-man war against hordes of demonic invaders. I think the sequel is taking itself a little more seriously than Doom(2016) did. There’s definitely more story than there was before, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I kind of miss the Doomguy who just punched everything he interacted with. It’s still a bunch of fun though! I’ve been enjoying it so much that it’s now three in the morning and I should’ve written the Queue hours ago!

So without further adieu. It’s time for — r̶i̶p̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶r̶  The Queue.

It’s Friday, so that means it’s time to talk about dogs.

When BFA is over and most of the game’s players are living it up in the Shadowlands, what do you think will happen to all of the spooked Brutosaurs and their cargo? Will Dazar’alor run out of supplies from all the destroyed cargo? Will the city become overrun with spooked Brutosaurs? Azeroth must know!

Anyhow, while you ponder the fate of NPCs left without player help, let’s Queue, eh?

Last week, I was getting my eye injections right around the time you read my Queue. This week, that’s not happening, but they’re still itchy as they heal up and it’s all I can think about.

Anyway, it’s the Queue. I’m listening to Black Sheep by Metric and answering questions, hopefully.

We’ve been in quarantine for nearly five months now, and it’s at the point where I have to talk myself out of cutting my own bangs on nearly a daily basis. I told myself I would wait until the salons were safe to visit, and I know if I do it myself I’m going to really mess them up, but honestly, if I cut them they would’ve grown out already. Twice.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions to distract us long enough to steal the shears while we answer.

I spent most of the weekend watching the second season of the Umbrella Academy. I liked it! I won’t say more because I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone. I hope the rest of you had good weekends too.

Now it’s time for — the Queue.

Somehow Friday sneaks up on me every week. Every week.

Wow, is it already Thursday? I mean, it isn’t for me. But it will be when you read this. I guess unless you live somewhere where it’s not or you’re another writer at the site and are peeking at this ahead of time.

Okay, let’s forget how time and days work and just say “Happy today, folks!” and then get on with The Queue. Sound good?

The Queue!

Let’s just say I won’t be having a great day.

It’s the Queue. Let’s do the usual.

The issue I’m finding with escapism in times of crisis is that, for me, it tends to make the tough things tougher to start when I actually get around to doing them. But for now, I’m a faerie princess floating around a mystical blue landscape. It’s cool, I don’t have to order school supplies for de facto homeschool until after I stop glittering, which will be never. Ah, Ardenweald.

This is The Queue, where you ask me questions and I definitely don’t put off answering them until the very last minute.