The Queue

Just wanted y’all to feel comfortable.

This is the Queue. They sleep, but do not dream, and cannot die.

Illidan Stormrage never stopped being evil.

He sacrificed other mages during the War of the Ancients. He willingly used the souls of others as fuel for a ritual when he was in Outland. He absolutely would have killed anyone if it had achieved his goals. He was and is an interesting character, and the fact that he was so utterly, ruthlessly pragmatic is part of why he’s interesting. Characters like Illidan make things happen.

It’s the Queue. Let’s chat.

I tend to intentionally consume content that revolves around being cold — or even just definitely not hot — during the summer months. I read a lot of gothic horror, and I play games that revolve around not freezing to death. Unsurprisingly, summer’s when I usually find time to grind Wintersaber rep and the like, too. Coincidence, I’m sure.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we answer — after chugging some maple syrup, eh.

Has anyone found this frog and pig that are hanging out together in Nazmir? I wonder what’s up with them, and the totally random guitar. It could be something that we’ll just never be able to figure out. Sometimes Blizzard is just too good at these subtle references.

While we all put our heads together to puzzle this one out. I think that it’s time for — The Queue.

Life is hard, and the least we can do is be kind to each other, to the best of our abilities. Do good, be kind.

Some weeks, I can write an intro that’s fun and about a specific topic without feeling like I’m being disingenuous. Other weeks, the world seems like it’s so on fire that trying to pretend otherwise feels wrong. There’s been a lot of upsetting (yet important-to-bring-to-light) news in the gaming world this past week or so, and that makes this week one of the latter weeks.

So I’ll just say this: Be good. To each other, to yourself, and just in general.

Now then, let’s Queue.

Title pretty much says it all.

This is the Queue. I still have blood junk in my eye. It’s starting to improve a bit. I’m watching The Iron Giant and making myself cry over and over again.

What’re y’all doing?

Since my daughter started school, I moved from using a year-to-year day planner to a school year planner, so it rolls over at the end of June instead of in January. As such, I need to get a new one, and I’m just floored by how simultaneously optimistic and useless that seems. Day planner. Right.

This is The Queue, and I’ve penciled you in to ask questions we’ll answer.

I love my Dinobear. I very nearly turned myself into a Highmountain Tauren, they have moose antlers after all. As a Canadian, it felt like something I needed to have. But then they showed off the Dinosaur forms and I had no choice. I had to be a Dinosaur.

But enough about how Dinosaur Druids are the best. It’s time for — The Queue.

Last Saturday, I woke up around 5 am with a shooting pain in my eye and black, sqirming shapes floating in my field of vision. This wasn’t a new experience. I have had it before, and a visit to my retina specialist confirmed that a blood vessel had exploded inside my eye, leaving blood trails between the retina and the lens floating in the vitreous portion of my eyeball. I was given an injection, and hopefully the blood will be reabsorbed by next week, because the next stage would be surgery — actual surgery, with scalpels and everything, and not merely the laser surgery I undergo a few times a year.

Anyway, as you might expect I haven’t been playing a lot of video games this week. Mostly I’ve been watching the loathsome blood eels writhe around the inside of my eye. It’s really distracting trying to focus on things while these odd shapes coalesce and then dissipate into greasy swarms of black dots.

It’s the Queue. Let’s see what y’all are talking about.