Fuzzys Musings and Warblings
Monday, March 15, 2004
I did it
I put a 1000 dollar deposit down on a Mini Cooper. Now I just have to be patient. It takes between 4 and 6 months to get a custom Mini. I could have gotten it in 3 or 4 months if I paid 1400 more dollars, but I thought I'd save the 1400 and spend it on an alarm system and accessories. So, it may be August, but I'll have a new Mini. It's British Racing Green with white roof and mirrors and a sunroof and everyone is gonna want me to drive them places.
I'll probably drive them all crazy for the next few months, while I impatiently wait for my fancy new toy.
I'll probably drive them all crazy for the next few months, while I impatiently wait for my fancy new toy.
Mini Me Mini Me Mini Me
I’m going to buy a Mini Cooper. I’m going to buy a Mini Cooper. I’m going to buy a Mini Cooper. I’m going to buy a Mini Cooper. I’m going to buy a Mini Cooper.
I have to keep saying it because if I let the practical voice get a word in, I could end up listening to it. But I fucking deserve a new car and I deserve a sporty, trendy, hip little car with a sunroof and heated seats.
So I’ve been to the MiniUSA website about a hundred times and have designed my Mini Cooper to my own personal specs. I test drove it last week at the San Francisco dealership and tomorrow I’m going to test drive it again.
The downside is that to customize a Mini takes about 5 months unless you want to pay a couple thousand extra. So, my choices are: Customize and wait 5 months, customize and pay more and get it in 2 months, or find one on the lot that has enough of my customized features to make it worth getting right away.
I am not patient when there’s something I want. Can I wait until the end of August to get my Mini? I’ve quit all my therapies so that I can afford the monthly payments – I want to start paying it off now so that I can go back to therapy in 4 years. The convertible Mini comes out in September – I might as well wait for that if I’m gonna wait until August anyway.
So I want the metallic green (British Racing Green is the official color) Mini with the white roof. I know it’s like cheating to get the automatic, but I don’t drive stick and although I can certainly learn, I like to keep my hands busy either drumming on the steering wheel, changing the song on my iPod or holding my cellphone (I know, that’s bad, but hell, if I’m going to go yuppie, I’m going all the way). So, I have no available limbs to change gears.
And the automatic does have pseudo manual transmission if I want that sort of experience.
I even got approval for 3.9% financing. All the pieces are in place. I must have my Mini and I must have it NOW!
I have to keep saying it because if I let the practical voice get a word in, I could end up listening to it. But I fucking deserve a new car and I deserve a sporty, trendy, hip little car with a sunroof and heated seats.
So I’ve been to the MiniUSA website about a hundred times and have designed my Mini Cooper to my own personal specs. I test drove it last week at the San Francisco dealership and tomorrow I’m going to test drive it again.
The downside is that to customize a Mini takes about 5 months unless you want to pay a couple thousand extra. So, my choices are: Customize and wait 5 months, customize and pay more and get it in 2 months, or find one on the lot that has enough of my customized features to make it worth getting right away.
I am not patient when there’s something I want. Can I wait until the end of August to get my Mini? I’ve quit all my therapies so that I can afford the monthly payments – I want to start paying it off now so that I can go back to therapy in 4 years. The convertible Mini comes out in September – I might as well wait for that if I’m gonna wait until August anyway.
So I want the metallic green (British Racing Green is the official color) Mini with the white roof. I know it’s like cheating to get the automatic, but I don’t drive stick and although I can certainly learn, I like to keep my hands busy either drumming on the steering wheel, changing the song on my iPod or holding my cellphone (I know, that’s bad, but hell, if I’m going to go yuppie, I’m going all the way). So, I have no available limbs to change gears.
And the automatic does have pseudo manual transmission if I want that sort of experience.
I even got approval for 3.9% financing. All the pieces are in place. I must have my Mini and I must have it NOW!
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Why I ain't goin' alone
I will be struck down by a meteor!
How will you die? Take the Exotic Cause of Death Test
How will you die? Take the Exotic Cause of Death Test
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Blog design
So I am attributing my lack of blog entry of late to the design of the blog entry page. It's one wide and short rectangular white box and that's it. It's not pretty and it's not an inspiration to natural musings and warblings. It somehow sucks out the part of my brain that knows how to start and end paragraphs. Did my subject change? Is this a new thought? Ah, who the hell knows and who the hell cares. Maybe my bloglong paragraph entry appears edgy to my readers. Like here -- here is where it feels right to start a new paragraph. But I now am forced into having to let this run on and on with no break, because that is what I have been talking about. Do I have to write by example? Live as I say, not as I do?
Fine. New paragraph. To be honest, it feels a bit freeing. I feel like I just let out a huge breath. I can relax and be me instead of some example of me. I'm listening to This American Life on the web, an episode from a couple weeks ago that is essentially a repurposed episode from episodes of the past. A bit of a cheat if you ask me, but perhaps this episode's theme, "Guns", 2 segments of which I'd heard long ago, will trigger new meanings for me simply by hearing it all in a new context. But then again, most any TAL episode is a great reminder of what great storytelling and great journalism is all about.
So, I ate some dried unsulfured pinapple chunks an hour ago and when I bit down upon probably the tenth chunk, it hit my tooth in a funny way, like my nerve endings were exposed, like I stuck my finger in a light socket, like a toothache. And after a minute the nervy pain subsided and I'll probably forget about it in about an hour, unless I eat something else that sets off this same feeling. But I doubt that will be the case, because what my body usually does is heal right away after some sharp pain occurs. I could be walking down the street and suddenly it feels like I was stung by a bee on my arm -- ouch! -- and then I rub my arm and then in about a minute the pain is gone and there is no prick, no mark, no redness. Sometimes these pains reoccur, but it's pretty random and fleeting. It's all very odd, but so am I and I chock it all up to the aging process. For all I know the same thing happens to most everyone else my age and older but they choose not to talk about it.
Fine. New paragraph. To be honest, it feels a bit freeing. I feel like I just let out a huge breath. I can relax and be me instead of some example of me. I'm listening to This American Life on the web, an episode from a couple weeks ago that is essentially a repurposed episode from episodes of the past. A bit of a cheat if you ask me, but perhaps this episode's theme, "Guns", 2 segments of which I'd heard long ago, will trigger new meanings for me simply by hearing it all in a new context. But then again, most any TAL episode is a great reminder of what great storytelling and great journalism is all about.
So, I ate some dried unsulfured pinapple chunks an hour ago and when I bit down upon probably the tenth chunk, it hit my tooth in a funny way, like my nerve endings were exposed, like I stuck my finger in a light socket, like a toothache. And after a minute the nervy pain subsided and I'll probably forget about it in about an hour, unless I eat something else that sets off this same feeling. But I doubt that will be the case, because what my body usually does is heal right away after some sharp pain occurs. I could be walking down the street and suddenly it feels like I was stung by a bee on my arm -- ouch! -- and then I rub my arm and then in about a minute the pain is gone and there is no prick, no mark, no redness. Sometimes these pains reoccur, but it's pretty random and fleeting. It's all very odd, but so am I and I chock it all up to the aging process. For all I know the same thing happens to most everyone else my age and older but they choose not to talk about it.
