The Queue

I’m not good at grief. I’ve lost pets before — in my time writing here I lost both Grim and Aurora. The same stabbing pain, the heartbreak of it, never really gets any easier.

She was my little girl. She played WoW, and even healed a raid once — and did a better job than I did, for that matter. I love her and I’ll miss her. She fought and rode the Roomba, she loved basking in the sunlight, she was brave enough to yell at a cop for daring to come into her house.

Goodbye, little sun shadow.

I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn’t accidentally tell you that
I’m only happy when it rains

Most of the time when Cory earworms me it’s because of something completely tangential to the song he actually picked.

This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us questions and we’ll answer just as soon as we find out who got the keys to the Jeep, vrooooooom.

We had an absolutely lovely storm roll through last night. There was thunder and lightning, and several hours of rain. I certainly didn’t put off writing this Queue to sit and listen to the rain at all. No sir, not me!

While I brew another pot of coffee for my sleep-deprived self, it’s time for — The Queue!

Nick took this great screenshot for his arachnophobia post yesterday, but forgot to add it to the post so I put in a picture from the Sennarth encounter instead. But this is such a great shot I had to use it somewhere, so here you go, my future kabourophobes. The Crab King awaits in judgment.

Let’s Queue.

It’s funny, sometimes I try to be so nice, especially to the posters who need it, and then sometimes, well. I just can’t help it if I have such good advice, but this column is really popular, kinda like me, so you’ll need to wait.

This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us the questions and we’ll probably get to answering, but we get like, so many questions, so.

Next Monday I complete my fiftieth trip around the sun. This now makes me eligible to use the local senior center or to join the AARP. I of course will do neither of these things (unless the senior center offers a mountain dulcimer course again); to quote the late great Jimmy Buffett a second time this intro: I’m growing older but not up.

I keep going back and forth as to whether I should consider it a big deal; heck knows society and party stores want me to, but I also know they do so out of glee that I’m “over the hill” — but I like to think I’m still climbing. Still, it’d be weird to let it pass by with no comment or introspection, so I’m just going to motivate myself with League of Legends songs and Dylan Thomas poems.

While I do everything I can to rage against the dying of the light, let’s answer some questions!

While I understand I was gone for two weeks I’m still amazed by the sheer number of events I missed while I was on vacation. I have over 500 unread emails in my marketing/promotional inbox alone, and every single communique from the upcoming school year is in triplicate, as the apps they insist on using also send out an email blast for each message, plus a digest. And that’s before I get into the good stuff I need to interact with. Well, I always was a jump right in kind of girl. Here’s hoping I have enough RAM for the number of chrome tabs I’m about to open.

This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us the questions and hopefully they aren’t caught in the filter as I start deleting stuff (but you get it, right?).

What a wild opening ceremony am I right? I did not have Phantom of the Opera does parkour, or a French metal band accompanied by flamethrowers and headless Marie Antoinettes on my bingo card. As always, go Canada go!

Wait, what do you mean this isn’t the Olympics that we do well in?

While I get to the bottom of this, it’s time for — The Queue!

Oh, are we counting here? Then we’re going to count the best way there is to count: with pinball.