In Which we have a beautiful Christmas Eve 2025

Good morning, my dear friend, reader of this present post! Happy Wednesday, and a beautiful merry Christmas eve, I wish to you all! How are you, today? How have you been? You know I have been on that tug of war balance of the season, I want to rest, but I also want to write, but I also feel fatigued, but my brain has ideas to write about and to draw. Organizing them is hard, and as such, I struggle and so on... it has more than two sides, the mentioned tug of war, and as such, it is a complex situation. I have some moments of joy, and some others of deep fatigue, and I do feel my brain tired. I am okay, though, and I am thrilled to be able to experience another Christmas eve, the 27th of my life! It will be the big day tomorrow, of course. Nothing special in my own life will happen, and I hope for no conflict and no distress, but on such a special season, every moment is a joy, ideally. 

For sake of personal tradition, I am at the house of grandma at least for the eve. I will return home after lunch. Ideally I would stay for longer, but this time does not see grandma in good humor, she complains of my every move, and just myself existing for her is enough reason for criticism. As such, convivence becomes harsh, I'd rather return home, at least there I will have my laments on a bedroom of my own. There has been plenty of reasons to not feel as happy at home, either. Mom wants me to go towards a public sector career, which I rather not think much about, when I think of that, I hate the idea. Just tired, really. But I cannot forgive grandma for forbidding me to use two fans instead of one, when the "economic burden" of such act is a few extra cents on the electric bill at worse. And I cannot forgive her for her petty complains and rumbles, if I use too much sweetener on the coffee, and if I don't move enough for her taste.

I can only keep on hoping, moving towards a Christmas of relief and calmness, specially after a year of hypersonic chaos, as I did mention from moment to moment. The year of the collapse of many unsustainable business models on the entertainment industry, that I refer to as the A-POP-calypse. Year of quite brethtaking advance in Advanced Computing and machine learning, that one would call Artificial Intelligence. Not the worst of years, just a lot going on, too much, at the same time. Hard to keep up with most developments. There will be a ballroom at the white house, there may be conflict with Venezuela, and in the vicinity, the nation of Brazil, exhausted, yearns for mercy, and to be free from the evils of socialism and stagnation, which are the same thing anyway. Yearns for dynamic stability and the calm of competition, instead of the suffocation of oligarchic miasma. That was 2025, there are promises for 2026, I have little hopes for better moments, but yet I keep going, and even if the future is unknown, there are no lights and the tunnel's end is not on sight, and it is evening at the end of this tunnel anyway, I mean... today is Christmas eve, there is routine, I am sick of poetry, I just desire a beautiful Christmas eve.

And I thank you for being here, dear friend, that I so cherish! Special mention to dearest Charlie Quasar "Chill" Banks, and to dear Johannes, and to dear John of Arc, and to dear Ruben, of course, of the Aesthetic City! And specially to Ruben, as without his most kind Patreon contribution, I would be much less productive on the drawing side this 2025, a year that I did make some nice drawings, even if the productivity was not there. I hope I can write some more posts before the new year's! In 2026, I pray and hope I can still write and continue with the blog, continue with drawings, and perhaps I will proceed on any book project I may think about! We will see... Never say Die, and never lose track of the normal and ordinary routine. Hope it may keep on going, as things around seem to grow uncertain. Merry Christmas, all the joy! See you again real real real real real soon!!!!!