Wednesday May 24 2006

I live to give (bodily fluids to strangers).

I Donated blood today. It was actually the first day I was allowed to do it after the last one. For some reason I’ve turned into a massive blood donor - probably because in Sydney you get a free menchi dog (you know those yummy red processed sausages?) each time you go, whereas in Rockingham all you get is a refrigerated biscuit and a smaller-than-fun-size (therefore *not at all fun*) Cherry Ripe. Anyhow, to hit home exactly what donating blood is all about, the needle went in funny this time and squirted some blood on my arm. Then it hurt lots when they took it out. I said so and they gave me a tube of anti-bruising cream to take home. It feels better now though, and I don’t see a bruise yet. And I got my menchi dog.

Yesterday - while I’m all about whining to you - I went to try out some guitars. I was looking for a Japanese or Mexican Fender Strat HSS, something punchy and extroverted to contrast with the old SG. So the store in Pitt St let me try a couple out, but only through headphones because, I don’t know, they like their music store nice and quiet or something. At any rate, you just can’t tell how a guitar sounds through headphones and we’re talking a grand’s worth of strat here so I thought fuck it and went to the one near QVB. They let me try theirs out nice and loud in a special room. Still, I was a bit pissed off:

Moi: This guitar has a lot of fret buzz on it.
Store guy (let’s call him ‘Raymondo’): Yeah, guitars usually have some buzz - it’s a tradeoff with the height of the strings.
Moi: I also noticed that the neck seems to be dead straight, maybe even bent backwards a bit. They usually bend the other way.
Raymondo (completely dismissing my comment): No, the neck is bent forward. All guitars are like that.

I don’t think I’m the kind of person who looks stupid. Maybe I am though, or maybe only stupid people want Mexican Fenders. At any rate I’d rather be listened to by people to whom I’m contemplating giving some of my hard-earned, especially when Raymondo could have simply held the Strat to his eye and looked down the neck to see if it was the wrong shape like I’d said it was. *sigh*

Neck shape, you see, has to be set correctly to minimise fret buzz.

 

6 Comments »

  1. Good work on the blood donatation. Did you have to book in as well? I gave blood a few weeks back in Rockingham, you don’t even get the cherry ripe anymore. Just cold biscuits and coffee. Sad.

    Comment by Gussy — Thursday May 25 2006 @ 12:31 am

  2. I can’t donate blood because I lived in England in the crucial mad cow years.

    It’s rather satisfying therefore when the blood donor ads come on and all the people parade across the screen to be able to say, “Yes mofos, I AM one of those people and I’d love to donate blood but you won’t let me! Hah!”

    Notice how they don’t ask if you’re a homosexual on that ad though, even though they’re banned from donating life giving blood too…

    Comment by audrey — Thursday May 25 2006 @ 12:37 am

  3. Word in the SSO was that they were looking to flip that ban on the gays and lesbians from donating blood. It’s an untapped market really.

    Comment by Switch — Thursday May 25 2006 @ 10:14 am

  4. Go to the Red Cross right near Royal Perth in the city! I used to work opposite there and when you give blood you get a sausage roll or sandwich, plus tea/coffee/juice, plus a funsize choccie, plus dried fruit and nuts, plus cheese and crackers. BRILLIANT. On certain days they even have pizza. Oh, YEAH.

    Comment by chuffed_enuff — Thursday May 25 2006 @ 10:51 am

  5. Gussy - yeah, it’s always good to book in. Shame about the lack of Cherry Ripe though.

    Audrey - Mad cow eh? I wonder where the British get their blood from then?

    Switch - sounds like a good idea. The gays and lesbians I know are pretty socially conscious, so I’d bet they’d be all for it.

    Chuffed - now I get it: you need to go to the biggest centre in the state to get the hot foods. Ta!

    Comment by Mark — Thursday May 25 2006 @ 1:57 pm

  6. I’ve NEVER dealt with needles or blood well. My mum had to have a blood test when I was little and I was watching and passed out with a chupachup in my mouth. Just reading the big about the needle made me feel faint…Ladies!

    Comment by Shane — Friday May 26 2006 @ 11:26 pm

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