Remember this guy? He's the student who was the other half of my very first trade. In fact, he proudly tells (and shows) anyone who asks that he still has my blue paperclip!
With his history, I think from now on I'll call him Trader Bob.
The other day Trader Bob bought my final item from my Xbox trade.
I'll be adding the cash to the guitar as a negotiating factor, and if I don't end up needing it on this trade, it shall carry over to the next one.
So how much did I get? Well, Trader Bob really took me for a ride on this one. He spent a mere $40 on what sold for $200 about a year and a half ago and is just under $100 now that a newer version is out. I hate to give it up for so little, but I do kind of owe T-Bob for helping me get started. Besides, I was really having trouble on Craigslist getting interest. In fact, in the 2 months I had it posted, I received exactly 2 emails about it, and both of those people mysteriously cut off our correspondance.
ONLINE TRADING NOTE:
The above is what craigslist regulars call "spamming". You see, craigslist has a small identity protection feature which masks your email to any would-be viewers of your post. This keeps advertisers from using simple programs to steal hoards of emails and selling them to all those annoying ads we all get from time to time. But spammers circumvent this protection by sending out fishing lines. They feign interest so that you respond... thus giving away your full address. The most common tactic is a very simple email asking 'is this _____ still available?' Sometimes the _____ has the name of your item. Sometimes it's simply not there. I've learned the best thing to do is to not even respond to these people. Real buyers/traders will write real emails with real questions and offers.
BACK TO THIS TRADE:
Trader-Bob was obviously very happy with his purchase, and he started using it that night. I was very happy too... and not just for T-Bob. Finally, I'd understand what the heck the thing actually DID. I asked him, and his response was classic. First there was a pause and a stare, the kind that says, 'Oh, man this is so cool,' then he started talking. I didn't understand a word of his explanation, of course. It had something to do with recording songs and parts of songs and merging those parts and making new songs and all the while using various blips and blaps and bloops... or something. I dunno. But T-Bob was really excited about it, and that's ok by me.
Now I wonder... can he sell his musical concoctions?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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Hmmm.... I seem to remember inspiring someone to publish Dr. Time.
ReplyDeleteHmmm... didn't I once inspire this writer? Dr. Time? East Stroudsburg?
ReplyDeleteDon?!? Is that you, old buddy?
ReplyDeleteSend me your email so we can catch up, already! It's been WAY too long.
ps: Anyone who is not Don just ignore this.
I usually burn my hand on this desk lamp. OWWW!!! lol. Hi, Keith. I will be in touch soon.
ReplyDeletethis story is too cool. i wish i was in eighth grade this year to be part of the history, sadly im in 10th. keep it up mr. fritz!
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