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After fighting cancer for four years, Jade finally crawled into Elegba's room last night, fell asleep and didn't wake up.
63/365
I know this isn't the greatest piece of art in the world, but a 365 project is supposed to also document what's going on in my own life, and this is somewhat of a large obstacle for me. Being a freshman in highschool, money is not come by very easily, so getting this replaced (or not) or a big deal. And not only the money, I'll be losing quite a few good shots because I won't have a great lens available. But I will continue to shoot, regardless of my gear. I'll just have to come up with some more creative art forms. We'll see what I can do.
The Busby Babes being remembered at the Museum & various items on display relating to Sir Matt Busby's Manchester United side that played their final European Cup match before disaster struck.
Rest In Peace, Munich 1958.
He died in a car crash, and he worked in car movies (Fast and Furious) only 40 years old... Well.. Life goes on... :( REST IN PEACE PAUL!!!! YOU WILL BE MISSED!!!:-(
Ripped Away, colored pencil on Strathmore paper 8.5" x 11", 11/26/2011. Ripped Away was created as a pschological self portrait.
Diversas fases do Rip Curl Trial na Praia dos Belgas
Several images of Rip curl Trial on Belgas beach
So, I've been M.I.A. for a few days because I had to go home to help put down one of my childhood dogs. I've worked in a shelter for many years, and am able to deal with these kinds of situations better than others in my family. Brace yourself for a story, below is what I had to deal with.
Rufus (right) lived to play fetch, and went full throttle in everything he did. So, we knew something was wrong when he just stopped moving altogether this past Saturday. His torso began to swell and he never got back up to walk...it was clear by Sunday night that he would need to be put down.
Monday morning, my family said their goodbyes, and my mom and I carefully loaded Rufus in the back of the car. We pulled up into the veterinary clinic where he'd been a patient for the entire 15 years of his life, and my mom went in to let them know we needed him to be seen.
And then...they dropped a bombshell.
Apparently, they couldn't squeeze him into their schedule. They informed us that we would need to wait at least 6 hours to have him put down, because they were just too busy, despite the obvious pain he was in. We then drove to four other local vet offices and were turned away each time. Finally, we called the few other offices in our area, and found a vet who would see us. When we pulled in, two assistants were already waiting outside with a stretcher and a dog treat.
The vet checked Rufus out and told us the verdict: a tumor on his spleen had ruptured and he was bleeding internally. I was devastated...I can't imagine the pain he must have been in; even so, he never wimpered, not even once.
Then came the bad news...about a month ago, we had taken Rufus into see his old vet due to increasingly frequent seazures, which they shrugged off as nothing more than a weakening heart. However, even with a ruptured tumor, his heart was still beating like a machine. Had they performed a more thorough check, they'd have noticed the tumor in his side and it could have been removed. .
Rufus was a dog who wanted to be nothing more than a dog. As long as he had a ball, he was happy, and I will forever miss him. He leaves behind his brother and littermate, Beau (left), and a devastated family.
RIP Rufus G. Gruff
10/31/96 - 04/18/11
Richard "Rip Lee" Pryor - Delta Cultural Center stage, 2013 King Biscuit Blues Festival (10/11/2013)
Postcard made with ripped items - no cutting allowed.
Swapbot: Rip it, rip it real good! (Cut+Paste group)
On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes—it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks—the woe-begone party at ninepins—the flagon—“Oh! that flagon! that wicked flagon!” thought Rip—“what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle!”
He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean well-oiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten. He now suspected that the grave roysterers of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Rip Van Winkler Washington Irving published in 1819
Hasn't this happened before?
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Apparently history can repeat itself, even if the site that was ripped doesn't exist anymore. The designer who ripped me the first time is now scamming other owners by using a rip of the 3rd verison of Nyxsis, again.
This time I'm going to find out who he is.