on fb: To all my friends and family. The City is making plans to mass rezone Chinatown such that existing buildings will be torn down and replaced with massive condos.
Chinatown will in effect be destroyed. The City’s view is that there is currently little opposition to this destruction because the public is unaware of the issue.
There is an open house on Saturday February 4 from 10AM to 1 PM at the Chinese Cultural Centre on 50 E Pender St. to hear public opinion on the matter. People don’t need to speak if they don’t want to and can merely fill out a comment card to let the city know that there is objection to the destruction of Chinatown.
Also if you could spread the message to anyone else interested it would be immensely helpful towards defending Chinatown. It is lack of awareness that is letting the city destroy Chinatown.
Not Waffle!verse but waffle!verse adjacent. I didn’t get through all the lords but here are some scribbles I wrote while waiting for Ikesen to download.
THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY HARD because I like modern au’s to at least have like…familiarity
and SOME parallels to the original stories, aside just from personalities (sometimes I go off
the rails but still) and this is complicated immensely by a.) the fact people
don’t just…get shipped off to be poison testers in modern society SO
liberties taken b) that’s how all these stories start so how do I make these
familiar but not exactly the same IDK YET we will find out as we go.
He is a regular at your diner, which you
assume is because he tends to only eat at very odd hours (you don’t know this
is because he purposefully avoids usual mealtimes with his own family and coworkers)
and is always a model customer (you get some rowdy ones when you’re open 24
hours), except he starts coming in less. You wonder why until his cousin finds
him eating one day and gives him a bit of an earful about taking care of
himself—apparently he’s been put on a super strict diet since an odd incident
that will eventually turn out to not be
diet-related but poison-related. Cousin and his company vice president hire you
to be his personal chef since they can’t make him eat the bland cooking Kojuro
tries to make, but he will eat yours. You fall in love with his kitchen first,
or tell yourself you do, but you’ve always had a gentle spot for your quiet
customer, and he finds himself noticing how quiet his home is when you aren’t
banging pots and pans…
You’re hired as Masamune’s chef, as in
the above scenario and for the same reasons, but on the condition that you
still work at your diner—you go from third shift at the restaurant to
Masamune’s company headquarters and cook his day’s meals in the catering
kitchen. Kojuro isn’t a huge fan of
this arrangement because he worries about you at those times of night, and sure
enough, you have a hard time with some drunks demanding money. He asks you to
switch shifts, you counter and ask him to teach you self-defense. Self-defense
lessons expand into basic business lessons to increase your marketing, supply
chain management, labor issues, etc for your diner, and you find yourself
searching for excuses to ask him questions even as he finds himself wanting to
be more than just a consultant.
I have the benefit of not having to fit
an actual storyline here yet because I don’t know enough Japanese to know
what’s going on. I feel like he’s at your
diner at like 2 AM one night, eating some waffles to soak up the alcohol, when
some drunks hassle you and he immediately goes to your rescue EXCEPT you take
care of it on your own LIKE A BOSS and he’s smitten from there. He does finally
get to play white knight when a local official threatens to rezone the land
your restaurant is on and sell it to developers unless you marry him, but
Shigezane convinces his cousin to buyout the land contract from the city. I
can totally see him starting as a drinking buddy and roommate convinced you’re
in love with Kojuro or Masamune before finally breaking down and confessing.
You travel out of town to a major
conference in the restaurant industry, but get lost in the building it’s being
held in, as there are several other conferences going on at the same time.
Through a series of improbable mishaps, your bag—full of detailed notes on
vendors and marketing tips for restauranteurs—gets swapped for one containing
confidential material from Takeda Corp. You’re accused of corporate espionage,
threatened with a major lawsuit and jailtime when Yukimura, famous athlete with
a Takeda Corp sponsorship and one-time visitor of your diner, blurts out that
you’re his fiancé and had brought the documents for him because he forgot.
Literally no one believes this, but
they love him so they roll with it and make you his responsibility, which means
you end up living with him and traveling to his sporting events and such. Which
means lots of photos with paparazzi and blushing promises that he’ll sleep on
the couch don’t worry (but he’s an athlete,
that can’t be good, so maybe…)
Please pause for a moment to consider
modern!assassin Saizo as the driver in all those glorious stunt driving
getaways in those Baby Driver trailers that are everywhere right now. RIGHT. I’m gonna come back to this.
As I type this, I’m sitting in the barn on a thirty acre property. Rain is trickling down against the aluminum roof, the electric fence is snapping against the water. To the east of me is a beautiful, blue, well-fed pond, framed by tall, wise trees. Behind me are the pastures, where over a dozen horses are grazing. The rest of the property is all long grasses and flowering bushes and wild turkeys and gopher tortoises and deer and hawks. Across the street is a protected park, and it’s just as beautiful as the farm is.
In two years it will be gone. A developer owns this property, and what he sees of it is not how it is, but how it will be- houses and roads, concrete and cars. He can’t see the way the sunset turns the grass golden, or how the horses gallop across the fields when a breeze sweeps through their manes. He hasn’t been here while all the riders come down for barn parties. In this last wild place, we light a fire and watch the stars and embrace the outdoors. Out here, we can breathe and not smell pollution and people and buildings. This place is valuable in a way that money can’t begin to compare to, but all he sees are dollar bills and street signs.
It’s too late for this property. But developers have now turned an eye towards another- Cumberland Island.
Cumberland Island is just off the east coast. It’s gorgeous, surrounded by Atlantic water, full of ancient Spanish oaks and secrets of history long since past. It’s rich in wildlife, too. Endangered loggerhead turtles come ashore every year to nest and lay eggs. Birds of every shape in size, from the whimsical woodpecker to majestic eagles and falcon and the ever so graceful marsh birds such as egrets call this island their home. Living alongside them are the wild ponies, a remnant from times when people claimed the land we live on from the back of the horse.
Yet people see this as another way to make money. As another place to build condos, so the rich and famous can live in a beautiful, wild place like Cumberland. Yet after they’re through with it, it will be tamed just like every other human-inhabited place.
I’m tired. I’m tired of people thinking that money is an end all. I’m tired of people building and building and building with no time to realize that they’re destroying more than they’re creating. I’m tired of people not realizing that not everything has to have value to have a right to survive in these turbulent times. It’s time to stand up to this, to protest these “builders” and make them see that they’re ruining something worth more than any amount of money could make up for.
Protect the ponies, protect the turtles, protect the wild.
Coruscant City Tours is applying for a variance to fly within fourteen inches of the Senate Building. Is that even our division?
District 6 commercial sub-level 465B wants to know why they’re only allowed to use synth-wood sandwich boards, when District 7 commercial sub-level 564C can use both synth-wood and vinyl sandwich boards. They’re filing a formal complaint. Also, the director of the District 6 commercial sub-level 465B small business association is in your office, and he’s legit pissed.
The developer who just bought the old Coruscant Toxic Sludgeworks district is petitioning to have it rezoned from industrial to residential.
Someone named Fortuna on the comm for you? He wants to know why the Resident’s Guide to Local Zoning Laws isn’t available in Huttese. This could turn into a Thing. I’m not saying, I’m just saying.
Some dude named Window just applied to the Historic Architectural Review Board to put vinyl siding up on a bunch of towers in the Temple District. What the actual fuck.
Synopsis: Maybe I made the wrong choice by leaving him…But I made this for me. I have dreams that I want to Chase and he was just an anchor that kept me from taking my dreams, I don´t blame him, he was just trying to love me that way he thought it was better but in reality, he was just hurting me.Maybe he is better without me because I was an anchor for him too.Even I know that all this is my decision, I still wonder…How Jumin is doing?
lying on his bed but he wasn’t sleeping. He had been dead for days, he had
slept enough. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Julie who was sleeping in his
arms. He focused on her breathing and on her steady heartbeat. She looked so
peaceful in her sleep. Every time he would move she would snuggle up to him a
bit more. Sunrise was lighting the room and he watched her wake up slowly. He
felt her hand move on his chest and he placed his hand over it and intertwined
his fingers with hers. She sighed, barely awake and burying her head against
his chest a little more.
morning,” he said and she finally opened her eyes. She was confused for a split
second but then she remembered where she was and who she was with. She looked
up and instantly blushed. She was embarrassed, wondering about what her hair looked
she answered in a whisper. He smiled and leaned to kiss her. She kissed him
back and then she rested her head back on his chest. He kissed the top of her
head and moved his free hand on her waist. “Maybe I should call Elena…”
alive,” he said.
needs her but…what about the others?”
and sat up. She propped herself on her elbow and she watched him take her phone
from the night table. “It keeps buzzing,” he said, handing her the phone.
said, taking the phone and sitting up. He brought her to his chest and rested
his chin on the top of her hair.
been trying to call you,” he said.
Elena,” she breathed out. “Everybody’s fine,” she sighed, relieved. “And,
you’re gone. They’re asking me if I saw you.”
you going to tell them?”
answer right away. She put the phone down on the night table and rested her
head against his chest. He lied back down on the bed, placing his arms around her.
early,” she said.
stay in bed all day,” he chuckled. “I’m going to have to take care of Klaus.”
and looked up. “You still want to kill your brother?” He sighed.
want me to?”
your brother…Whatever he did…Maybe, he’s sorry?”
never sorry. He never learns from the mistakes he makes,” he told her. “What if
he wasn’t my brother? Would you still have a problem with it?”
killing?” she asked and he nodded. “Yes.”
his knuckles on her cheekbone. “It’s black”, he changed the subject.
down and took his hand in hers. “I know.”
hurt?” he asked.
fine,” she lied and shrugged. She laid her head back on his chest and
intertwined her fingers with his again. “What are you gonna do?”
“Do you know if they have any plans to defeat him?”
“No. I told
you. They’re not my friends.”
first, I’m going to find out what they’re planning to do.”
worried her. Last time he went to talk to them, he got killed. “There is
nothing that can kill you, is there? Nothing at all?”
Nothing at all.” Julie sighed, half relieved. “Don’t worry,” he told her.
Elena?” she asked. “You said there might be a way for her to survive the sacrifice.”
is one way.” She looked up at him. “Do you want me to help her?”
sighed. “What I want if for no one to die.”
needs to die. He’s dangerous.”
what they kept telling me about you,” Julie told him. “He’s your brother. There
must be a part of you that doesn’t want him dead.”
looked in Julie’s eyes and got lost in them, wondering how it was possible for
Julie to be so innocent.
isn’t my only siblings,” he told her. “I had a sister, Rebekah. And two other
brothers, Finn and Kol. Klaus killed them.”
is a whole family of Originals?”
was,” he sighed.
you become a vampire?” she asked him the question for the second time. The
first time, Bonnie had interrupted them.
long story,” he said.
used to be human?”
siblings and I, we were humans, we are the oldest vampires in the world.”
Julie had a
sad look on her face. “But…If they were like you…They can’t be killed.”
daggered them. They’re gone.”
believe that,” she said, sitting up. “Nobody can kill their siblings.”
sighed and sat up. “Klaus is a monster,” he told her. “My siblings are gone.”
looked down, sad and unconvinced.
you help Elena?” she asked with a low voice.
hundred years ago, when Klaus wanted to use Katherine, I tried to find a way to
save her. I asked witches for help.”
frowned and looked up at him. “You tried to save Katherine? Why?”
sighed. “Katherine and I…”
don’t wanna know,” she stopped him and got up. “I need to go home.”
sighed. She put her shoes on and looked around to see if she was forgetting
anything. “I have stuffs to do.” She needed to see what damage Robert had done
to the house drunk. She had to clean it up before he came back home tonight.
well,” he said, getting up. “Please, be careful,” he told her, placing his
hands around her waist. She looked up and smiled. She placed her hands on the
back of his neck.
gonna be at home,” she told him.
where any vampire can come in,” he reminded her. “You should think about
getting an alive owner to your house.”
out of this house once I’m out of high school.”
then, Klaus is in town,” he said. She looked down and he could hear her
heartbeat getting faster. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She gave him
a small smile and kissed his cheek.
and leaned to kiss her. She slipped her fingers in his hair and deepened the
kiss. She didn’t want to leave. She was afraid he would get killed again. Of
course, she knew he was powerful and he was perfectly capable of defending
himself but she was scared of losing him again.
you gonna do?” she asked.
needed blood, that’s what he was going to do. “I’ll be here,” he said.
kissed his cheek again before she took her phone from the nightstand. “See you
home and she was relieved to see her stepfather’s car wasn’t in the driveway.
When she entered the house, she sighed and rolled her eyes, seeing the mess in
the kitchen and in the living room. She cleaned it all and about an hour later
she stepped out of the shower and got dressed and applied make up on her black
eye. It was like it never happened. She checked her phone and saw more texts
from Elena, asking her if she had anything to do with Elijah’s disappearance
and to warn her not to trust Alaric as Klaus had taken over his body.
breathed out when she learnt that her history teacher was possessed with her
boyfriend’s brother. Boyfriend.
down the stairs and she called Elijah to let him know about Alaric. But as soon
as he picked up, her front door flew open and someone pushed her against the
wall. He only had time to say her name before the phone fell on the floor.
Damon had his left hand on her neck and he didn’t look happy.
you do?” he growled. She looked at him with big eyes, scratching his hand with
her nails, to make him let go of her. He was strangling her so hard, not only
she couldn’t breathe but a piercing sound was rezoning in her ears.
her go!” she heard Stefan order his brother but she couldn’t see anything.
the dagger out, she’s dead,” he told his brother.
“You don’t know
if she did and nobody’s dying here, Damon,” his brother said. “”Let her go,
suddenly, the pressure disappeared. She fell as soon as Damon let go of her.
She gasped and tears started to fell down her cheeks. She started sobbing and
tried to catch her breath. She brought her hands to her soaring throat and
looked up to see Elijah holding Damon by the throat.
“Oh my God,
Julie,” Elena breathed out when she saw her on the floor after she rushed
inside the house. “Damon!”
go, Elijah!” Stefan ordered.
I do that?” the Original vampire said with a furious tone.
Julie managed to say despite her hurt throat, with a trembling voice.
turned his head to see Julie crying against the wall. He sighed and threw Damon
across the room. He knew Julie didn’t like it when people died and he didn’t
want to kill someone in front of her.
ordered Damon. He helped Julie up and she buried his head against his chest.
She had been right to be afraid of Damon. Stefan helped his brother up and
asked him to get out the house but he refused. Julie wanted to ask all of them
to leave but she couldn’t speak.
so sorry,” Elena apologized. Julie gave her a disappointed look which told the
doppelganger that her apology wasn’t accepted. The Gilbert girl looked up at
Elijah, a little scared.
“I want to
make a deal,” she said. Julie was stunned. Did she really think Elijah was
stupid enough to trust her again? “Damon wasn’t supposed to follow me,” she
said, looking back at Julie. “I’ll tell you anything you want but you have to
give me your word,” she told Elijah, looking up at him.
ability to make demands has long passed,” he answered.
demands,” Elena said. “I’m offering you my help. And in return, I want yours.”
stepped back, leaving Elijah’s arms, which surprised him. She gave an angry
look to Elena before she looked down and wiped the tears off her cheek. She let
out a cry when she hurt herself, forgetting she had a black eye.
“Get out of
my house,” she said with a broken voice.
the same thing. Klaus dead,” she said. “We’re gonna need each other’s help.”
should I even consider this?” Elijah asked.
you need my help to kill Klaus. And I need you.”
“This is a
terrible idea,” Damon said, appearing behind Elena with his brother. When Julie
saw him, she got closer to Elijah who placed his right arm around her waist and
pulled her closer to him. Elena had a weird look on her face whereas Damon
looked disgusted and Stefan surprised.
Damon said, loud.
trust him, Elena. He’ll use you to get to Klaus,” Stefan said.
trust him,” she answered. “He’s a noble man, he lives by a code of honor. He
knows that I’d be incredibly stupid to betray him again.”
incredibly stupid to trust him again,” Damon said.
looked up and whispered, because she couldn’t talk any louder, “Get them out of
my house,” she told him and he nodded.
Gilbert and I need to talk. And I believe the owner of this house wants you
leaving Elena with you,” Damon said.
for you to decide,” Elena told him. “Leave. You’ve done enough,” she said,
angry. Damon didn’t want to leave and Stefan was hesitant. “It’s okay,” she
told her boyfriend. “I won’t get hurt, he needs me,” she repeated.
sighed and nodded.
Damon strongly disagreed.
Stefan sighed, annoyed. “We’re leaving.”
two brothers were gone Elijah and Elena stared at each other in silence for a
while. He remembered that Julie wanted to help Elena and that’s what he was
going to do. It’s not like he couldn’t anyway. And Elena was right, he needed
her as much as she needed him.
I’ve gotta say, I’m really enjoying Love2d right now.
Here’s a partial list of the frameworks and engines I’ve worked with in the past (in roughly chronological order), and my thoughts about them:
It’s paid software and closed-source, so the community is kind of small but the forums were quite helpful when I used them. I’ve talked about my thoughts on Impact’s future elsewhere, so I won’t elaborate much on that here (since it’s closed-source, it’s future is uncertain, IMO). Impact is good, but I don’t recommend developers use this right now, when there are really good free alternatives out there.
Atom.coffee - I played around with this micro-library for a bit. This tiny framework is very much “bring your own EVERYTHING.” No documentation, no collision detection, no community, no plugins… Basically it saves you from having to re-implement input, sound, drawing to the canvas every time you want to start a new project.
Kind of fun for making little projects from scratch. Not for beginners.
Playground (the game engine part of the pair) is a “some assembly required”-type of framework. It gives a lot of tools (with really good documentation) but is agnostic with regard to a lot of game-related things like “collision detection.”
It’s the sort of thing that an experienced developer won’t find problematic, but a beginner might. If you’re the type that just wants to build a game and not an engine, you might find this bothersome. If you don’t mind making an engine that does just what you want it to and no more, you might like this.
It’s still in active development and it’s open-source (MIT License). I recommend it.
PICO-8 - This is a “fantasy console” that uses very strict limitations to produce retro games. It says it uses Lua, but there are enough things added to and missing from the language that it really should say “it uses a language based on Lua.”
That quibble aside, it’s another fun framework that really makes you think about the limitations and work within them. I recommend it, but possibly not for beginner developers. I haven’t really made anything substantial in it, just some toys and demos. (I dabble in a lot of frameworks/engines. Are you seeing a pattern here?)
Game Maker: Studio
Game Maker - I made my most recent full (finished) game in Game Maker: Studio. The process was very interesting, to say the least.
I finished the project with kind of a love/hate relationship with GM. Certain things are really easy, like the built-in collision detection (why do I keep mentioning that? I guess because it’s on my mind from implementing it in my current game…) and movement along paths (and A-star). Certain other things are unnecessarily complicated, like fixing that weird bug that I never figured out where the NPCs would play their “tired” animation SUPERFAST, even though I’m pretty sure I set it to play slowly.
Anyhow. Game Maker has a ton of features, a pretty big community, a marketplace where you can buy plugins and things, lots of people who make tutorials (shoutout to @uheartbeast). The YoYoGames documentation for GM is… okay. Not great, not awful, just okay. Kind of difficult to navigate and not aesthetically pleasing, if I have to be honest.
- I’m doing my current projects in LÖVE (or Love2d as it’s also known). I have to say, I’m really digging it. After coming from Game Maker where I would occasionally feel restricted by the engine’s built-in functions, it’s refreshing to come back to an engine where I can invent my own way of doing things. I guess I’m just a coder at heart or something.
Love’s got a great wiki for documentation, lively forums, and a lot of plugins. It doesn’t have as many written or video tutorials as some of the other languages, but it’s not hurting for them, either.
Again, being a cheap indie, I like Love’s zero-dollar price tag and open source nature (though I’ll probably never compile the engine from source, it’s nice to have the option). Bonus: It exports to a ton of different platforms at no extra cost :)
So to answer the actual question of “how do I like love2d compared to the other things I’ve used?” I have to say I like it better than a lot of them. I’m definitely glad I took the time to learn it and I’m having a lot of fun with it right now.
I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to make a game and doesn’t mind coding (or using someone else’s libraries).
In 1964, Coney Island’s last remaining large theme park, Steeplechase Park, closed. The rides were auctioned off, and the property was sold to developer Fred Trump, the father of Donald Trump. Trump, convinced that the amusement area would die off once the large theme parks were gone, wanted to build luxury apartments on the old Steeplechase property. He spent ten years battling in court to get the property rezoned. At one point [the elder] Trump organized a funeral for amusement parks in Coney Island. Trump invited the press to the funeral where bikini-clad girls first handed out hot dogs, then handed out stones which Fred invited all to cast through the stained-glass windows of the pavilion. Then, pronouncing the amusement park dead, he had the pavilion bulldozed. After a decade of court battles, Trump exhausted all his legal options and the property was still zoned only for amusements. He eventually leased the property to Norman Kaufman, who ran a small collection of fairground amusements on a corner of the site, calling his amusement park “Steeplechase Park”.
One of the most revolutionary and empowering insights coming from cutting-edge neuroscience is the fact that we can change our brains by thinking different thoughts. In her enlightening book, Train Your Mind, Change Your Brain, Sharon Begley explains that the paradigm in the scientific community for the past few centuries is that the brain is essentially fixed, hardwired, unchangeable. This view was summed up by Santiago Ramón y Cajal, a Spanish neuroanatomist, when he said, “In the adult centers the nerve paths are something fixed, ended and immutable.” In other words, “the circuits of the living brain are unchanging, its structures and organizations almost as static and stationary as a deathly white cadaver floating in a vat of formaldehyde,” as Begley summarized.
But study after study is changing this view to fit the facts. As Begley reports,
The brain can indeed be rewired. It can expand the area that is wired to move the fingers, forging new connections that underpin the dexterity of an accomplished violinist. It can activate long-dormant wires and run new cables like an electrician bringing an old house up to code, so that regions that once saw can instead feel or hear. It can quiet circuits that once crackled with the aberrant activity that characterizes depression and cut pathological connections that keep the brain in the oh-god-something-is-wrong state that marks obsessive-compulsive disorder. The adult brain, in short, retains much of the plasticity of the developing brain, including the power to repair damaged regions, to grow new neurons, to rezone regions that performed one task and have them assume a new task, to change the circuitry that weaves neurons into the networks that allow us to remember, feel, suffer, think, imagine, and dream.
In other words, it’s not just that thinking positive thoughts helps us to feel better and have a better attitude. Positive, productive thinking can actually change the biological structure of our brains. Amazing! Begley continues:
Brain changes can be generated by pure mental activity … Something as seemingly insubstantial as thought has the ability to act back on the very stuff of the brain, altering neuronal connections in a way that can lead to recovery from mental illness and perhaps to a greater capacity for empathy and compassion.
To be a member of Black November you need to prove yourself worthy. Only the strongest and most determined to do whatever it takes for the cause are allowed to join. Hiding in the old OmniStat tunnels beneath Rezoning, these people wear layers of sturdy clothing. Tattoos, which are looked upon as base and unclean in this world, are a common sign you are part of the group.
The town council of Woodland, North Carolina has rejected a proposal to rezone land so it could accommodate the construction of a solar farm. Townspeople reportedly claimed a solar farm would suck up the sun’s energy, kill plants and possibly lead to cancer deaths. None of that’s true — but don’t blame the misinformed people. Our leaders are who’s really to blame.