The Queue

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.

I don’t know about you guys, but I am SO excited for New Pokemon Snap (even if they definitely could’ve given it a catchier name). It’s seriously been on my Switch wishlist for years. I am gonna snap so many ‘mons when it’s out.

But enough about that. Let’s talk about something more immediately in the future. The Last of Us: Part Queue.

…Okay not really. But I wanted to fit that joke in here somewhere since the game comes out tonight.

Do you like surprises? I hope you like surprises, because surprise, I’m filling in today!

Yay?

Let’s just say yay.

The Steam Summer Festival starts today, and I haven’t even looked through the entire 1,704 game bundle from itch.io I bought last week. I made it to about halfway through the list, found a game called Plant Daddy, wherein you literally just… grow plants, and thought that was a good stopping place to just chill for a minute. I’m pacing myself. It’s a marathon, not a sprint — much like The Queue itself.

Speaking of which, if you have questions, yo we’ll solve ’em. Ask in the comments while my DJ revolves them.

…that may be too relaxed.

I know a secret! Well, I know many secrets, but this one is more relevant than most right now. I can’t tell you what the secret is, obviously, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore. But I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out very soon™.

While you all work on figuring out what I could be talking about, I take you now to — the Queue.

Somehow another week has passed, with every day feeling like it’s vanished in no time at all.

And yet also it feels like it’s been a million years since we last spoke, Queue. Where have you been? Why have we grown so distant??

But let us not dwell on the vagaries of time. Let us speak and be merry while yet we can.

How’s everyone hanging in there? Well, I hope. If not, it’s almost the weekend, which ideally means a bit of a break.

Anyhow, it’s today at Queue time, which means it’s Queue time. Let’s start with a nice message.

It’s an in joke. You wouldn’t get it.

You may be wondering why I’ve been emphasizing the day of the week in the Queue titles lately. It’s because time has no meaning and I’m pretty sure it was March last week.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and we stop looking at our calendars with furrowed brows for just long enough to answer.