For 24 hours, pleasant spam of congratulations flew at me from all corners of the homeland and life path. Thank you, brothers, sisters, friends, comrades, and colleagues for these rare but warm touches.
I won't sum up results. Complaining is a sin. The year was objectively good, albeit with some rough edges. And in general, at this age, if you haven't had a blood clot, a stroke, a heart attack, or dementia, then it's already good. And if your knee doesn't ache in damp weather, you can throw a feast.
But not only did I not die, I also became (God forgive me) a vibe coder. And all year I thought that relatives would give me envelopes of money and I'd happily buy the maximum subscription to Claude and make all sorts of things... but with my newly invented method, it turned out I don't need any maximum subscriptions. I have enough as it is.
I would have sat there like a fool, not knowing what to do, but help came from where I didn't expect. The regulator finally won, and Kin@#%ab's servers stopped launching on all my relatives' TVs. And Kin#%ab is an online cinema that has no analogue and never will. So I'll have to invest all my envelope assets in a Kinetics router and learn to encrypt, tunnel, and proxy traffic myself.
When 5 years ago life brought me into IT and I kept thinking that I also wanted to understand and be able to do everything like real engineers, I couldn't have imagined that the universe would hear it and arrange everything. But lo and behold...
So, friends, no time to mope! Time to master new professions!
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