The Queue

What is the Queue? A endless loop, a pile of questions with the occasional answer. And just the Queue. Hello, Queue. Let’s chat.

My son is home for school break and singing all his favorites at top volume all day long. He’s discovered early 00s pop punk, and also he spends a lot of time in my office, so every article I write, I have to be very careful not to include lyrics unintentionally.

This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us the questions, and we’ll carry on.

Check out my new, slightly used copy of Warcraft 3’s collector’s edition! It’s so shiny and full of great art and fun little side bits.

I got it for a song and a half, too, so I’m pretty happy to have it up on my shelf. It’s even got the original CD key, so I wonder if I could install it on a computer without the internet and play the very base version of the game before all of the patches and such tweaked things. It’d be interesting to find out!

While I see if I still have a computer with a cd tray, it’s time for — The Queue!

Tactics? Ha! Everyone’s got them. The Jinyu contemplate things like it’s some kind of staring contest. The Shado-Pan meditate before battle like they’re heading out for tea time. Me? I dance through the chaos, and the chaos dances for me.

The key to ‘tactics’ is this: be what they don’t expect. When they guard high, strike low! When they chase you, lead them off a cliff! When they think they’ve won, you’re already three steps ahead, stealing their luckydos and trading ’em to the grummles for a rampaging yak!

Sometimes a clever trick beats a thousand blades. Sometimes a banana peel wins a war.

– The Monkey King

Be honest, the idea of building concrete forts and arming them with laser turrets, then patrolling them wearing a suit of power armor sounds pretty intriguing right about now.

It’s the Queue and while I regress down the Fallout 4 construction vortex, let’s talk about some stuff you mentioned.

My health is a loss: I’m just trying to hang on to my sanity, so it’s all mana potions for mental energy over here. It’s a survival strategy (and it’s usually a Red Bull). Mm, delicious, refreshing energy.

But now that we are all energized, let’s Queue.

I’ve been on a bit of a health kick for a little while now, and one of the things that has made that a little bit more tolerable is making parallels to media. After all, with its exotic fruits and arcane powders and various liquids, what is a protein smoothie but a health potion? Throw in a multivitamin and I may as well be an alchemist. Still trying to find a way to make exercise more novel, though. Ah, well.

This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us questions, and we’ll supply the answers just as soon as we have a little snack. That was not filling at all.

Psilent pletters are fun! Pespecially when you put them in places they don’t normally pbelong.

Who can even tell that they’re there? They’re psilent!

Of course, psilent just looks like someone with some psi-abilities, so maybe I need to find better words to give a silent p to.

Pwhile I psearch the pdictionary for more pwords, it’s time for — The pQueue!

Two Old Gods enter. One Old God gets consumed by everyone attending the event. Which one is it? The hearty and savory Yogg-Ramen or the zesty, vibrant Punch-Saron?

Do we want our guests to be full and relaxed or uplifted and sociable? In fact, what kind of event are we having here? Where are we?!

Are we in a cult?!?

As we feel the dread creep in and question all of our life decisions that led us to this moment, somehow working in catering for a tall, strange man who’s hired us and paid us really well, but is definitely hiding some tentacles in that robe of his, let’s forget all of that and just Queue for a moment.

I wrote a Queue last week and it just vanished. I intended to use this picture of Doom Guy and Isabelle from Animal Crossing and I don’t remember why anymore. But here it is.

Please let this Queue survive the fickle whims of the CMS, dreadful ones.