I wonder how much a friend costs?

Roses are red, violets are blue, you can click all the pics, there's only a few.

Due to a lingering case of extreme laziness, I didn't have any new pictures to show today. But I still have pictures from another time, and another place, that for some reason didn't make the first cut.

Not all desert sunrises and sunsets border on spectacular, in fact due to the lack of clouds in the desert skies a lot of sunrises look like this. It's not a knock your socks off sunrise, it's more of a slow, easy, quiet sunset, that sneaks in and sneaks out again without raising a kerfuffle.

I was playing on the Internet the other day; well, actually, I didn't start out playing on the Internet. I started out looking for a specific thing but, as usual, ended up taking a few forks in the web and going down a rabbit hole about as far from what I was looking for as you could possibly get.

And what I accidentally found out was, there are people actually making money on the Internet by pretending to be someone's friend..... Now I know what you're thinking.... That there are some females that have been making money doing this since the beginning of time, but that's not the kind of "friendship" I'm talking about. I'm talking about a lonely stranger that will pay you to chat with them on the Internet every day as if you know them. And there are Internet companies that, for a fee, hooks up someone looking for somebody to talk to with someone whose willing to talk.

 My first thought was... How sad! How incredibly sad!! That there are people out there that are so lonely, they will pay a stranger to talk to them. And then I thought, why don't those lonely folks write a blog? When you write a blog, people talk to you on the Internet so that they could have people talking to them every day, for free.

But lonely folks might say they have nothing to write about; they sit in their lonely room, watching heartbreaking shows on their 12 inch black-and-white TV while eating a cold TV dinner, so there's absolutely nothing going on in their life that anyone would want to read about.

And I would point out that describes my life perfectly, except my TVs a little bit bigger than that. I don't have anything to do either; I mostly sit around or walk around and seldom do anything interesting; in fact, the most exciting thing I did today was going to the dump and throwing away some trash.

 But if I decided to write about going to the city dump in my blog, it would become an adventure, preferably with a socially acceptable and politically correct outcome. Something like.....

  Against all odds, I was able to make it to the dump with a strong headwind making it challenging to keep my truck on the road while at the same time dodging deaf and partially blind old geezers swerving down highway 95 in their gigantic motorhomes looking for a safe place to boondock in the vast desert.

But I didn't mind the danger because I knew that properly disposing of what little trash I have after I eat everything that's not recyclable, I'm single-handedly saving the desert and all the fluffy abandoned kittens that call the desert  home during their brief tortured lives, from the ecological disaster of global warming. Which is primarily caused by the improper disposal of Walmart grocery bags and the detrimental impact they have on the environment.... "SHAVE THE WHALES!!!,"  "GIVE PEA'S A CHANCE." And don't forget to subscribe,  comment, and punch that little bell.

 See, I can make my boring life sound interesting, cool, and hip.... Wait a minute; I don't think anybody says "hip" anymore... Make that "Bad" yeah, I'm Interesting, Cool, and BAD. If I can do it, then anybody can write a blog about their life and make it sound interesting enough that people will want to talk to them for free. After all, I don't pay anyone to talk to me on my blog.... Well, hardly anyone.                             

                                     theboondork

A rather silly looking airplane from the Tucson Arizona Pima air Museum. I think it was used as a sign outside of a business. An airplanes life has to end somewhere, and I suppose drawing attention to a business is better than being chopped up for scrap metal.

Close-up of a Barrel Cactus. This picture probably explains why barrel cacti, even though they grow close to the ground, aren't used for stools or foot rests.

Wickenburg Arizona cowboy. A pink rope? Maybe it's his lucky rope, I figured it was wise not to ask. There are a lot of really stupid things you can do in this life, and questioning a Cowboys masculinity is right near the top of the list.