Don't worry, I'm not offing myself today or any future plans to, as long as my antidepressants have anything to say about it. But this is this first Christmas where I've had little to no enthusiasm for it, despite putting on a happy face, giving greetings and presents and such. I won't go into details, but in brief: deaths of close ones, family overseas can't visit, reading the news and other personal stuff.

I won't say I've got it the worst or my life sucks, HELL NO, but because of these factors, I really didn't want to do a Christmas picture... but I felt I owe it to some, those who genuinely liked my art this art. Luckily Knashford was there to help out. He's not my alter ego, more of what I perceived myself 5 years ago, but he's grown into his own character (which I dig better) but he's always on hand for some biting (sometimes literally, shark) commentary when I need to write it.

And hey, he's had to clean up Greg Grunberg's toilet, seen his parents inflated, lose his theatregoing privileges, and had a traumatizing picnic with Assassin Granny this year, among many things. I don't blame him for being a grump.

Next year, however... maybe, just maybe a long lost family figure may be there for him? Stay tuned and have a good holidaze.

Kangaroo SJ, Knashford, Eurydice Shark & Mittens Malone © me