Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Time for the lightning round! |2:31 AM| I was out doing chores for Bonnaroo related activities when on a lark I went by the Blood and Tissue Center (blood bank). I signed up for a donation, they were filling in the questionaire, nothing remarkable "Have you had sex with a man even one time in exchange for money while in prison for more than 72 hours will jabbing each other with shared needs in Africa since 1972?" until the tech hit my blood type#. "Would you like to give a double red blood cell donation today?"
The way she said it made me think I'd somehow hit the "Double Jeopardy" spot on the big board. If I get the next question right, do I double my "good kharma" points? If I fail, do you guys get to suck out all of my blood, leaving a deflated skin, destined to be displayed at "Show and Tell" at a local kindergarten?
"This children is the cast off skin of a Central Texas Geek! It is an example of moulting, like a snake!"
Anyhow it turns out they just suck out a lot more of your blood, pull twice as many red cells and pump the plasma back into you. (Like selling plasma only the give/take is reversed and you don't get any money).
I shed all but my boxers again, this time to get a big inflatable bed under water so I could find the slow leak that has caused me some frustration. I wrestled with this full/queen sized chunk of buoyancy clad only in penguin print shorts, very dignified.
It's not like I'm searching for reasons to ditch my outer garments, it's just expedient sometimes. At some point I'm going to need to come up with a solution to some problem that can only work if I run through a grocery store in just boxers. Then I'll be in trouble.
About 15 hours or so until departure.
Time for the lightning round! |2:31 AM| I was out doing chores for Bonnaroo related activities when on a lark I went by the Blood and Tissue Center (blood bank). I signed up for a donation, they were filling in the questionaire, nothing remarkable "Have you had sex with a man even one time in exchange for money while in prison for more than 72 hours will jabbing each other with shared needs in Africa since 1972?" until the tech hit my blood type#. "Would you like to give a double red blood cell donation today?"
The way she said it made me think I'd somehow hit the "Double Jeopardy" spot on the big board. If I get the next question right, do I double my "good kharma" points? If I fail, do you guys get to suck out all of my blood, leaving a deflated skin, destined to be displayed at "Show and Tell" at a local kindergarten?
"This children is the cast off skin of a Central Texas Geek! It is an example of moulting, like a snake!"
Anyhow it turns out they just suck out a lot more of your blood, pull twice as many red cells and pump the plasma back into you. (Like selling plasma only the give/take is reversed and you don't get any money).
I shed all but my boxers again, this time to get a big inflatable bed under water so I could find the slow leak that has caused me some frustration. I wrestled with this full/queen sized chunk of buoyancy clad only in penguin print shorts, very dignified.
It's not like I'm searching for reasons to ditch my outer garments, it's just expedient sometimes. At some point I'm going to need to come up with a solution to some problem that can only work if I run through a grocery store in just boxers. Then I'll be in trouble.
About 15 hours or so until departure.
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