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Monday was spent on two of mah favorite places in Arizona; indeed in all of these United States: The Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum and Old Tucson . I took quite a few pics at the Desert Museum, but really few at Old Tucson, since I'd been twice before and we didn't spend all that much time there anyway; we got in late since we spent so much time at the first place. Some kind of falcon. Or hawk. Or eagle. I know it's not an ostrich. A sleepy looking barn owl. Most of the animals we saw this day looked sleepy. Hummingbirds are just regular birds who have forgotten the words to the song. I suggested the yellow color looked like flower smegma and was told I was disgusting. Sleepy mountain sheep. A grey fox snoring his days away. And yes, he's up a tree. A Mexican wolf. There are about 50 of these left in the wild. It's good to see that Barry is still remembered fondly in some places. It's a miracle his jaws still held. One of entirely too many pics I took of this pu...

After the snowy hell that was northern Arizona, we made our way to Tucson and Sunday we drove to Tombstone. Very touristy, but one of those "been there, done that"-places that I guess one has to see and do in a lifetime. Of course, I had already left the town in disgust once, but this time it all went fairly ok. Took a shit ton of pics, at least. A reenactment of the famous gunfight at the OK Corrall, where Wyatt Earp, his two brothers and Doc Holliday killed several bandits. The actual site, with moving dolls and a tape telling the story over and over and over again. You can always count on me to find the shitter. This is currently my cover photo on Facebook. The Bird Cage theater is a very interesting building; it is the only one in town that actually dates back to the 1880s. The bar and the interior is kept as intact as humanly possible. An old and presumably well used hearse. Lillie Langtry. I've written before about Roy Bean and his obsession with her. US Christma...

Friday afternoon, I set out for Phoenix with mah San Diego crew. We reached Yuma in the early evening and decided to dine there at a place called Famous Dave's Bar-B-Que of America. Great food and great service; they even let my insane friends taste the various sauces, including one they kept in the kitchen and only brought out on special request. The tiniest drop of that sauce and I could no longer feel anything on the left side of my face. Banana pudding they called this. Scrumptious! Saturday morning, we set out from Phoenix going north towards Payson. Now, our main destination was Tucson and the only reason why we'd come this far north was to try and find the place we'd been to in 2016, when we'd gone through an area with bright sunshine, crisp blue skies and snow. Most of Albie's photos had been on her Ipad and subsequently got lost in the great cloud in the sky. As you can see here, the weather was shifting between moments of great clearness and great fuckedne...

On Saturday we had brunch and just hung out, and on Sunday we went to see the new (last) Star Wars movie and it was roughly as bad as I'd expected. That franchise is dead as doornail, hopefully. Time to get some new ideas into the genre! Monday I can't really remember us doing much of anything. Saturday's brunch. Yum. On the 24th, we took a trip out to Birch Acquarium, a part of the famous Scripps Institute of Oceanograpy. We spent a nice, relaxing hour or so wandering the exhibits and on the way home we drove to La Jolla Cove to take pics of the seals basking in the winter sun. A sea turtle giving me a stern look. Seals. In the evening, Courtland prepared next day's food. The humongous steak we ate the next day. Of course, nothing says peace on earth and goodwill to men like two bloody, hard fought rounds of Cards Against Humanity. So that's basically how we spent Christmas afternoon and evening (with assists from other guests). On Thursday, we began eating all the...