And there it is: the band is named. I think my actual art-type skills have improved as I've been doing the comic. I mean, go ahead and look at the first few comics...what a shocker!It’s been so much better only doing Playing Rockstars twice weekly as well- it takes a lot of pressure off and suddenly it becomes a thing I like doing again, instead of me feeling like it’s an obligation. Hurray.

So guess what I did on Wednesday? Apart from going to the Coca Cola-whored “Live’n’Local” gig at Burswood (to sum up: ghastly, but it was a chance to see my beloved Jebediah again after about a year, and they rocked the proverbial socks off that place), I donated blood at uni for the second time. I’m mentioning it because it was actually a pretty positive experience this time round…last time not so much...they were angry at me because I didn’t drink enough water and they didn’t get a full bag out of me. But it was fine and dandy. They checked out my haemoglobin by taking a small blood sample (with a little instrument that reminds me of the tiny staplers you get in those kiddie art sets) and apparently my haemoglobin kicked ass! Yeah, that’s right- I rule the haemoglobin, biatch. Another funny thing was when they were nearly finished and taking the intravenous thing out of my arm, the tube with all the blood in it touched my skin, and I was (stupidly) surprised to find that it was warm! I was disgusted, intrigued and delighted at the same time. But then again, I’m sort of a weird person. Anyway, they give you juice and chocolates afterwards, as well as an extremely melodramatic bandage for your arm (which I took the liberty of decorating appropriately), so everyone should go do it really. Fin.

-Dani