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What a day, yesterday.
I biked to Federal Hill so I could write more background and stuff for the Federal Hill section of the Roundabout forums. I couldn't find anything that stated the name of the plaza I was thinking of, the one with the big fountain in the middle and lots of restaurants on both sides, but I found a lovely little park just at the side of the pineapple/pinecone.
Tucked under some maple trees, I found a bust with this inscription below it:
THIS MEMORIAL WAS RELOCATED
TO THE NEW GARIBALDI PARK
DESIGNATED BY
THE HON. VINCENT A CIANCI, JR.
MAYOR OF PROVIDENCE
OCTOBER 13th 1975
This man that we call Buddy was doing good acts while I was still in the womb. I was so flabberghasted that I wanted to cry. I need to write him that letter that I keep thinking about. I have to let him know that the artists of Providence miss him so much. The art scene in general is moving to Pawtucket, which is actually doing things to fund the arts in a shadowed imitation of Buddy.
It's weird, that I'm making this game that's all about magical Providence, and some of my players think that Buddy is evil. They don't know, yet. Maybe I'll get a chance to teach them, but I have a lot of other stuff I need to do before I can start Kat's animation of Buddy's Tale.
The forums, after a hella lot of writing, organizing, and hard work, are open. Much gratitude to silentstephi for handling the coding end of things. They've been open for more than half a day, but none of my players have posted yet. I will be patient. About half of them are eager but still mid-scene in the first over-email battle I've ever had to officiate.
I got to watch my DVD of the new Peter Pan later in the night. And then I cried, because . . . well, it's that movie. It makes me cry. There was a freshly-shaven Coyote around to kiss away my tears and point out that it all turned out alright.
I'd really like to draw my avatars today, but I kinda want to wait. My drawing tablet will come this week! Eeeeeee! I hope it makes it here before I leave to go visit Bob. I still can't believe I left Sherlock Hemlock at her party. D'oh! My CD case with the new Bjork and the new Green Day, too. I'm a regular elephant.
But at least my genes give me an excuse. Between an absent-professor daddy and a flighty artist-type mommy, I could barely remember my own name long before I touched marijhuana. My stoner Satyr's name is Mary Jane. I'm still amused by that.
I biked to Federal Hill so I could write more background and stuff for the Federal Hill section of the Roundabout forums. I couldn't find anything that stated the name of the plaza I was thinking of, the one with the big fountain in the middle and lots of restaurants on both sides, but I found a lovely little park just at the side of the pineapple/pinecone.
Tucked under some maple trees, I found a bust with this inscription below it:
THIS MEMORIAL WAS RELOCATED
TO THE NEW GARIBALDI PARK
DESIGNATED BY
THE HON. VINCENT A CIANCI, JR.
MAYOR OF PROVIDENCE
OCTOBER 13th 1975
This man that we call Buddy was doing good acts while I was still in the womb. I was so flabberghasted that I wanted to cry. I need to write him that letter that I keep thinking about. I have to let him know that the artists of Providence miss him so much. The art scene in general is moving to Pawtucket, which is actually doing things to fund the arts in a shadowed imitation of Buddy.
It's weird, that I'm making this game that's all about magical Providence, and some of my players think that Buddy is evil. They don't know, yet. Maybe I'll get a chance to teach them, but I have a lot of other stuff I need to do before I can start Kat's animation of Buddy's Tale.
The forums, after a hella lot of writing, organizing, and hard work, are open. Much gratitude to silentstephi for handling the coding end of things. They've been open for more than half a day, but none of my players have posted yet. I will be patient. About half of them are eager but still mid-scene in the first over-email battle I've ever had to officiate.
I got to watch my DVD of the new Peter Pan later in the night. And then I cried, because . . . well, it's that movie. It makes me cry. There was a freshly-shaven Coyote around to kiss away my tears and point out that it all turned out alright.
I'd really like to draw my avatars today, but I kinda want to wait. My drawing tablet will come this week! Eeeeeee! I hope it makes it here before I leave to go visit Bob. I still can't believe I left Sherlock Hemlock at her party. D'oh! My CD case with the new Bjork and the new Green Day, too. I'm a regular elephant.
But at least my genes give me an excuse. Between an absent-professor daddy and a flighty artist-type mommy, I could barely remember my own name long before I touched marijhuana. My stoner Satyr's name is Mary Jane. I'm still amused by that.