[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]

You’re missing the point, he’s bought the rights to all of the “I did that!” sticker manufacturers. When he skyrockets prices, he’ll make a mint on the ensuing sticker wars. I think it’s called “sticker shock” or something…

Man… I’m jealous, any time I make chili for baked potatoes… it turns into chili dogs and baked potatoes.

I wonder what my chili tastes like on potatoes?

Screw that health food shit, I want fucking bar food.

Aaaaallllll the fucking time…

Those are just designating which port is where. Each port usually has its own lights.

Art is subjective 😉

They had the original of the “Dream of the Fisherman’s wife” by Hokusai too… but I’d have felt a bit creepy taking a picture of it like this.

This is the way.

This is actually quite interesting, well done sir.

Ahhh, I was envisioning it incorrectly.

I wonder if an aquarium cleaner like this would be a feasible solution to this?

I’d have been hard pressed to pay that guy…

This is a skill that is easy to learn but almost impossible to master in my experience. I can get a knife pretty sharp…but I can never get them “perfectly” sharp

Try this with your coffee pot too.

If I happen to find myself at it again, I’ll snap some pictures for you.

There is a wonderful art exhibition touring the United States right now about Hokusai, the Edo period artist often considered the “father of ukiyo-e” style art. It has a lot of originals, his students work, and modern takes on classics. The focus of the exhibit though is Hokusai’s “Great Wave off Kanagawa”. Keep an ear out and if it comes to a museum near you, I can’t recommend it enough. I saw it twice when it was near by… and if I’m ever near it again, I’d go see it a third time without hesitation.

You should use those 2 days to maybe see a doctor… rectal cancer is no joke.

I’ve never dealt with beer, but I’ve got family with an apiary, so large quantities of honey are never hard to come by. After making mead and having left overs, I had to find something to do with it, luckily I grow a lot of jalapeños too lol