I almost didn’t do this page, but decided I wanted it even if it didn’t play well. I can’t tell what other people will resonate with anyway. Better to just do what I want and hope for the best. I read a big chunk of archive the other night just to see if I was remembering the comic being better than it actually was and I have to say for the target audience of white males who are me it really holds up. I made a comic that is very much tailored to my very specific tastes. I guess it’s good that enough people also like it enough to keep me going.
I don’t know when these out of continuity pages are going to stop. I feel like if I try to go back to the actual story before Grandpa is in a nursing home I’m just asking to be disrupted badly again. I honestly don’t know how long that will take for sure. I do know that I’m becoming extremely anxious about everything though. The patreon fell officially below 1000 patrons, which doesn’t cause a lot of problems financially since I ask for such a small amount, but something about hitting that number then falling below it really really upsets me.
Which is kind of why I stopped looking as my numbers in general years ago. I’m too easily swayed by numbers. As far as I know there may well be only 1000 people who read this comic regularly. There are a fair number of people who want it to keep going enough to sling me a buck every month, there are some who go a little further, and there’s a little core of people who absolutely shower me with support. It’s enough for me to do alright. Possibly much more than I deserve. Ideally I should be finding ways to make more noise and get attention but now, more than ever, I’m just so tired. I’m still in some kind of emotional holding pattern over Grandma, and no resolution for Grandpa isn’t good either. Then there’s the stuff I can’t talk about. The continual emotional damage never has a chance to heal. I dunno. There’s nothing to do really but keep soldiering on. Hopefully I’ll reach some sort of haven if I just keep marching.
Just for the historical record, Queen Elizabeth the second died today. She was 96 and I think the last member of the royal family to actually serve in the military in World War 2. Other people can praise or condemn her. I just wanted to make a note of it. I kind of think it would be funny if they dissolved the monarchy now just as Charles was going to get to be king at long last. The thought of him having the prize taken from him after waiting so patiently amuses me greatly.
Anyway, if you’d like to support my work there are links above and on the sidebars. I will see you Monday, I suppose, unless we meet again before then. Later days, straights & gays.
A minor edit, since I’m likely to forget by Monday. The Teen was given a new laptop ere she graduated High School, sky blue in color. It was damaged almost immediately and barely used. The damage was to the screen and little else. The brain of the thing was intact, but it was rendered unusable. As with many things happen in our family a solution was put off, over and over, until last year sometime it made its way to my hands. I too put off any attempt at repairs but the other night I just decided to take it apart. I’ve watched many electronics repair videos over the last few years and it occurred to me that the thing was most likely modular & I could just replace the screen if I could find a part. My guess was it was connected with a simple ribbon cable. So I found a video that showed this exact type of computer being taken apart and sure enough replacing the screen was a straightforward affair. I found a replacement, and a generic power cord, as the original had been lost before it found its way to me, and repaired the thing. Everyone was very impressed, but honestly any of them could have done it just as easily. Electronics seem to be constructed in such a way to make repairing them as easy as possible. But I had the knowing and they didn’t, so it seemed impressive. Which I suppose how it always is.
Additionally the password to unlock the thing was lost & it refused to update itself from the microsoft servers, in spite of having a working connection. Microsoft was not helpful in any way, so I booted it in safe mode and did a factory reset. Whatever information was stored in it is lost, but it isn’t a useless, and expensive, piece of garbage anymore. Seeing as no one could get to the information stored on it either way, and it had been locked away for 5 years or so, I reasoned that this was as good a solution as I was likely to get. It sits next to me now, ready to be returned. Hopefully it, like myself, has a few more years of useful service left in it.