The Queue

In Critical Role Campaign 2, part of the group decided to call themselves the “chaos crew,” but it’s really the Campaign 3 group that brings true chaos. But can anyone really call themselves a chaos crew? When you put any group of people together, chaos ensues. Just look at the chaos Mitch brings to our lives every day. Just look at the chaos of a raid group of people. (Particularly my raid group. Have you ever seen us? It’s a wonder we get anything done.) And look at John de Lancie in any Star Trek series he’s graced — chaos.

The world is chaos. Unpredictable and frequently maddening.

And of course the Queue is chaos too, so let’s embrace calamity and answer (maybe) some questions (also maybe).

It’s been a long time since I’ve looked forward to a Kirby game this much. The (apparently) first fully 3D Kirby adventure hits the Switch tomorrow, AKA tonight at midnight, and even though I have a lot of Elden Ring left to go, I’m still more than happy to take a small break for the pink puffball. And hey, apparently it’s a pretty easy title that actually ends, so it’s kind of the breath of fresh air I need in my games right now.

Anyhow, that’s tonight. It’s right now, and right now is The Queue.

I tried to come up with a fun header for this, but the fact is, it’s been rough lately and I just didn’t have anything left in the tank for something jovial. I will say, if you’re having a hard time, try and reach out to someone.  It can make a difference.

It seems to have turned over to springtime for those of us in the northern hemisphere, or at least that’s what all the azaleas would have me believe. I actually hung up the hammock for a little while yesterday — only to notice a telltale yellowish tinge all over the thing. Ah, right. It’s also, therefore, coincidentially, pollen season.

This is The Queue, where you ask us — ACHOO! — questions and we give you the a… give you aaa… ACHOO!

That’s my secret Liz, I’m always ready for a nap.

While I go and find the best place for a quick snooze, it’s time for — The Queue.

Every time I’m writing the Queue, it’s either late at night or early in the morning so I can get it done before the day gets going, and I often would rather be napping. Fridays, after all, are the slide into the weekend where you can catch up with all the sleep you’ve missed out on over the week. So it should be nap time… but I have to get get this done first.

So let’s answer some questions, and then we can all have a nice Friday nap. Yeah! Let’s Queue!

The Queue is not at its regular time today. Why? Well, that answers depends on when I finish this and if not-regular-time means early or late. Let’s see how long it takes me to get through a Queue.

In 3…2…1… QUEUE!

This is something I hadn’t really thought about before, but when someone really loves something I don’t enjoy — be it a game, a movie or TV series or a kind of food or whatever it may be — I’ve made a real, concerted effort lately to not interject with an opinion unless directly solicited, and to couch that opinion as fully as possible in a critique of the thing in question and not people who enjoy it.

I’m not the fun police. If you’re having fun playing something, or watching something, or eating something — if you find a moment of enjoyment in this world, however small, however fleeting, as far as I’m concerned that’s a positive for everyone. I’m really making an attempt to keep this in mind. The whole mentality of relentless negativity has poisoned a lot of discourse, I don’t need to add to it.

This is the Queue. It’s not just enough to let people like things. Be happy that they found something that they enjoy, even if you don’t share their enthusiasm for it.

You ever been so busy you just need to sit down and stare for a minute?

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll… we’ll get around to answering in just like, a minute. Be cool.

Am I feeling crabby because I’ve been watching the Race to World First all weekend and have seen hundreds of attempts on Halondrus? Or am I feeling crabby because an hour of sleep was cruelly stolen from me?

It could honestly be either. Evolutions arm is long, but it always bends toward crab.

While I give my kitchen tongs a few click clacks to get used to the feeling, it’s time for — The Queue.