People really aren't buying these so much, it looks like. Will customizing help?

It got me to click on an ad for them yesterday. I think I could live without the convertible option, but I sure do like the notion of heated leather seats:


It's just a fantasy, really, having one of these myself. Presuming I could fit in one. In my fantasy it's my toolin'-around-town vehicle, which is what I do mostly, driving-wise. I could take it to Detroit & such, maybe via the U.S. highway, if I'm not in a hurry, and consider renting a car if for a big road trip on interstates, if the little bugger felt unsafe cuzza its relative size, and/or couldn't handle speed so well.

In the fantasy I get one that's new, and I maybe customize it with a wrap:





The first notion is some kind of psychedelia or fractals or something.

But I have practically forever to decide.

People really aren't buying these so much, it looks like. Will customizing help?

It got me to click on an ad for them yesterday. I think I could live without the convertible option, but I sure do like the notion of heated leather seats:


It's just a fantasy, really, having one of these myself. Presuming I could fit in one. In my fantasy it's my toolin'-around-town vehicle, which is what I do mostly, driving-wise. I could take it to Detroit & such, maybe via the U.S. highway, if I'm not in a hurry, and consider renting a car if for a big road trip on interstates, if the little bugger felt unsafe cuzza its relative size, and/or couldn't handle speed so well.

In the fantasy I get one that's new, and I maybe customize it with a wrap:





The first notion is some kind of psychedelia or fractals or something.

But I have practically forever to decide.

prep for a small hiatus

I've been managing my Frontierville turf with an eye toward getting on the computer tomorrow not at all. How long it's been since I had a day I wasn't on the computer, I cannot say. That it is so rare is chagrinning. That I seem to have to prep myself for it feels like a bad indication of something, in the vast world of indications.

But there are lots of bad things in the world of indications. Just to go there seems to mean seeking out ill.


As hints of fall come to us hereabouts, though it's still August, which is dog days in my core consciousness, I feel weary, wistful, relieved, sad, frightened, achy, lonesome, peaceful, confused, frustrated, bleak and near devastated, and ever so slightly accepting. And it's maybe four days in a row, maybe five, I've had the heightened sense of smell I sometimes get. I pick up scents right along with a high percentage of mere ordinary inhalations, even through my slack-jawed maw. Tasting smell.

prep for a small hiatus

I've been managing my Frontierville turf with an eye toward getting on the computer tomorrow not at all. How long it's been since I had a day I wasn't on the computer, I cannot say. That it is so rare is chagrinning. That I seem to have to prep myself for it feels like a bad indication of something, in the vast world of indications.

But there are lots of bad things in the world of indications. Just to go there seems to mean seeking out ill.


As hints of fall come to us hereabouts, though it's still August, which is dog days in my core consciousness, I feel weary, wistful, relieved, sad, frightened, achy, lonesome, peaceful, confused, frustrated, bleak and near devastated, and ever so slightly accepting. And it's maybe four days in a row, maybe five, I've had the heightened sense of smell I sometimes get. I pick up scents right along with a high percentage of mere ordinary inhalations, even through my slack-jawed maw. Tasting smell.