Patreon Screws The Pooch … (and Some Alternatives)

… and  it ain’t pretty.

This is from The Verge

This Gizmodo’s take on it.

Do an interwebz search on ‘Patreon’ and you’ll see what I mean.

This will have varying effects, which I’m not going to get into, for content creators and the people who support them, suffice it to say that if you’re using this model as an income stream it might be time to investigate other possibilities.

In my sojourn I came across a few of those alternatives. I want to be clear here though, I haven’t gone into any depth with any of them, but have provided links in case you want to. Just click on the name and the link should take you to their home pages.






The Gas Lift Chronicles – Part 2

Part 1 … HERE

Due to a strange and inexplicable inability to work at my desk sitting in a chair that engaged in way to much familiarity with the warp and weft of my study carpet, I ordered a gas lift from It was here in three days.


And then … 

… a week ago this finally arrived …

At least it’s the right shape and size this time

Firmly ensconced on my readjusted chair I wasn’t in any hurry to open the box so it sat on the shelf, all forlorn and abandoned.

I took pity on and attacked it with box-opening tools … and voila!

A gas lift!

Now I have a spare. One can never have too many gas lifts.

I suppose

P.S. If anyone wants to do the math, my first contact with the manufacturer of my chair was on 18th October.

P.P.S. on the other hand, if I ever want to build myself a chair I now have two of the main ingredients.

Way To Go, Australia

The 24th country in the world where marriage equality is for everyone.

Couldn’t be prouder 🙂

That’s all three of the countries I’ve lived in! I’m sensing a pattern here.

Unanswerable Question Of The Day

Why didn’t Harry Potter use magic to fix his eyesight?

I got into bed the other night with a pot of tea, a book, and my glasses, ready to settle in for a couple of hours of indulgence. The book was printed with a smaller font than the average bear, so rather than squinting, up I got and toddled off to the study to rummage for a stronger pair of glasses.

Once I was all snug again I looked at the page without my glasses and saw nothing but a blur.

I’m so used to looking through glasses these days that it was a bit of a shock. I’m sure it was only a few years ago when my eyesight was perfect.

I reflected, with a sort of enigmatic melancholy, on the passage of time and how I would if I could, and without a moment’s hesitation use magic to fix my eyesight.

And so I wondered … why didn’t Harry Potter use magic to fix his eyesight?

Not having immediate access to JK Rowling, I put the thought away, poured myself a cup of tea (after I put my glasses on) and got on with my book.

Turns out the question is answerable via the ‘magic’ of the interwebz, a reddit thread, and ‘beatskin’ who posted this six years ago …

When a fan asked J.K. Rowling why Harry Potter wears glasses, Rowling answered: “Because I had glasses all though my childhood and I was sick and tired of the person in the books who wore the glasses was always the brainy one and it really irritated me and I wanted to read about a hero wearing glasses. It also has a symbolic function, Harry is the eyes onto the books in the sense that is always Harry’s point of view, so there was also that, you know, facet of him wearing glasses”.

There you have it.

My glasses all have wire or black plastic rims. I would rock a pair like these!

The Gas-Lift Chronicles – Part 1

This is what a gas lift looks like.

It’s the doohickey that is used to adjust an office chair to a comfortable height.

About 2 months ago the one on my chair started to lose its get-up-and-go. Every so often I’d experience this sinking feeling and after a quick check of my emotional state I realized it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with my chair … so, I ignored it, until it became an almost daily experience.

Even though my chair is a few years old, it still has a few good years left so I decided to just replace the gas lift. They’re not difficult to install, the tricky part is removing the old one, but I’d done it before, I could do it again.

I checked the manufacturers website and although they listed several replacement parts I couldn’t find any information about the gas lift.

I emailed them directly. The very next day I received an email back apologizing for the lack of information and they offered to send a gas lift to me, gratis.

I was impressed. This is my kind of customer service, I thought. A problem is brought to their attention and the resolve it. No fuss, no bother, I thought.

The ‘10-12 business days’ waiting period passed, and no UPS truck graced my stoop with a package, so I waited a few more business days, (we are a bit out of the way here on Widder Island) and then emailed the very nice person at customer service …

… who wrote back that it looked like, ‘the package was lost during shipping,’ and they would make sure the package was shipped the very next day.


Today, 6 ‘business’ days later a UPS truck deposits a cardboard box on my stoop.

I open it.

I close it.

I open it again.

This is called a ‘butterfly seat plate’

I burst into raucous laughter, and valiantly try to approach my keyboard to contact that friendly neighbourhood customer service person, but I keep bursting into further gales of laughter.

I take myself outside to rake the leaves that had fallen from the Summer Tree, and three bins of leaves later I feel I have enough self-control to approach my keyboard and inform Customer Service of this latest chapter in our saga.

As my chair slowly sinks to footstool height, I await a reply.


Mrs Widds and I saw Thor: Ragnarok  last night.

Cate Blanchett chewed scenery wearing a second skin of shiny black, something-or-other, (Loki is no longer the shiniest villain in town) Jeff Goldblum did Jeff Goldblum, Stan Lee’s cameos were funnier when they were shorter and he didn’t speak. The Hulk, did speak.

Many great deeds were done and buckets of blood were shed. Witty quips abounded, and every now and then a hero allowed a single tear to slide down a manly cheek.

It was magnificent.

The poster that says it all

Last of the Summer Harvest

It’s chilly here on Widder Island.

Samhain is over and the Dead have returned to the Otherworlds.

The wee hobgoblins and ghouls who knocked on our door for treats are recovering from their indulgences and are nowhere to be found on the wild and windy streets of our neighbourhood.

The red and brown leaves from the Summertree are carpeting the yard, stark on the shaved lawn that received its last mow of the season the day before.

Remember the tomatoes I mentioned in my ‘Shed’ post?

They were actually part of an experimental planting loosely based on a ‘Maiden/Mother/Crone’ (or ‘three sisters) concept. We planted the tomatoes with corn and scarlet runner beans.

Rampant Abundance

A matter of timing, and smoke for their prime growing season, left the corn and beans coming in all puny … but the tomatoes did wonderfully.

Our back yard is bordered by the most magnificent line of cedar trees, but unfortunately it’s the south side of the block and the sun can’t budge the shadows from early October on. Our lovely greenery soon looked like this …

As the season turn, turn, turns

Although the plants were still bravely flowering and fruiting, we bit the bullet last weekend and did the deed. Rain was forecast and once the autumn rains really set in out ‘gardens’ turn to mud.

Setting up the patio for winter

For a summer that had very little else going for it, being able to snack on these tasty little nibblets made all the difference … halved tomatoes with cilantro, basil, and parsley, all from our garden. 

Don’t you just want to eat it all up!