The Queue

That’s one big purple dragon that I’m not worrying about anymore. Just like we’re over halfway through the year, so am I just over halfway through Mythic Ny’alotha. I’m loving these fights on Mythic, but I’m really really not looking forward to Ily’gnoth. Lucky for me there are still two bosses between him and me.

While I keep storming the castle, I take you now to — the Queue.

Time keeps passing, and I’m not really sure how. By which I mean: It’s Friday! Again!

Happy Queue, folks. Let’s get to the questions.

I don’t really have a good intro this week. But I am grateful that you guys have been supportive of the site and of each other these past few days. We’re living in crazy times — supporting each other goes a long way.

Anyhow, let’s Queue.

Love as many people as you can. Fight for a better tomorrow, in whatever way you can. Take care of each other.

I will not be around — I have to go to the doctor.

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Did you know that it’s June? How did that happen? I swear that last time I looked it was March. Clearly, this is all Chromies fault, it reeks of timeline shenanigans.

While we get that sorted, I take you to now to — The Queue.

Though what the Queue does is questionable, which means what the Queue is is equally questionable.

Hm. Well, I never said I had all the answers, which is clearly why I’m here writing this Q&A column.

Man, I knew I missed Splatfests, but I didn’t realize just how much I missed them. It felt great to be back at it, and having it last 48 hours helped to take off some of the pressure of wanting to hit Queen/King. That said, after defecting from my original Ketchup pals who lost the first time around, I was served proper karma by losing yet again. Anyhow, Splatoon 2 is great.

You know what else is great? The Queue.

Life is just such a dumpster fire right now.

This is the Queue. Let’s try and distract ourselves.

Now that summer vacation has started in earnest, I am no longer tethered to time or space. I am infinite, I stretch against the yawning chasm of space itself, I contain multitudes — and every one of those multitudes needs coffee.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we supply the answers, just as soon as this cuppa kicks in.