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Alright. So does anyone remember that I received free baseball tickets to the Toronto Blue Jays vs. Boston Red Sox game after an attempt at a barter of tickets (for a different game) and a load of random stuff? The game was today! And we (we meaning Toronto) won!

I wasn’t expecting nearly the number of Boston fans that would end up being in the stands, but I found out that it’s a popular game to go to, especally for Boston fans, since their home games cost a lot and tickets are extremely limited because their stadium is very small. Seeing that my friend Brandon really dislikes Boston players… and fans, I was quite amused that seated next to him were two Boston fans.

Today was also “First 10 000 fans gets a Jays Toque/Scarf/Gloves” day, so we (me and Brandon) got to the game about 2 hours early, and we weren’t even close to being the first ones there. There were a LOT of people already seated. And considering the final count on spectators was something around 44 thousand, we didn’t do too bad.

But it was cool being there early, because I got to watch batting practice, for Boston. The Jays did their practice much earlier, before the doors were opened. We were in the front row, so it was easy to yell at the ball boys and players to throw batting-practice balls up at us. One guy tried to throw to a group of 3 kids, aged 5-7 at most, and this guy in his maybe mid to late twenties, just reached past them, caught the ball and kept it. I felt so bad for the little kids because they looked so sad, one of them just kept staring that this dude that totally stole their ball. Brandon also caught a ball from another ball-boy type guy, but there were no kids around us, he said that if caught another one when the kids came around he would have given it to them, and my plan was if I caught one I’d give it to the kids sat beside me. Alas… no. I also took multiple pictures with my camera phone that are going to be super tiny, and I wish I brought my digital camera for pictures.

The first inning kind of sucked, Boston scored a home run, and we didn’t score at all. But after that it seemed pretty downhill, we were scoring like crazy, and the final score was 13-4. After the 7th inning stretch, the crowd started leaving, the crowd that consisted of Boston fans. Personally I wanted to get a giant foam finger, I’d been talking about this foam finger ever since I found out I was getting these tickets from Lyndon. And Brandon finally convinced me to go look for one around the 8th inning.

Best, and dumbest, 12 dollars I could have ever spent. I was the giggliest most boundy happy person on the planet at that point. I have a knack for acting like a child sometimes  But Brandon was happy that I was so excited about my foam finger. Which lasted throughout the end of the game, hours after the game, to this point. I was using my foam finger to poke at Brandon, ot scratch my head, pick my nose, push buttons on elevators, and point at things. Currently it resides in the backseat of my car. I also got a picture of me and Brandon, with my foam finger, and toque, at the game, where he’s staring at me funny.

So we won. I got my toque. Brandon caught his first ball. I paid too much for a piece of foam. No crackerjacks. Still, an awesome game.

Thanks again Lyndon! (http://lyndonology.blogspot.com/)

Yesterday was my second attempt at doing a blood donation. The first was about 5 years ago where I wasn’t actually able to make it past the screening process. This time… I didn’t bleed right. (Here’s a good factual defination of blood donation.)

First things first, I went to the Canadian Blood Services website (http://bloodservices.ca/) to find a location that was close to my home, and then figured it was better to make an appointment even though they said walk-ins were welcome. I planned on doing this next week, but when my plans for the weekend changed, yesterday became a great day to go in. I called in the morning to make an appointment for that afternoon.

When I called, I was told to drink plenty of fluids up until my appointment (it was mid-morning when I called, for an appointment held early afternoon) and I knew myself that I should also eat well about 1-2 hours beforehand. This is advice I’d always received when getting a piercing or tattoo, so I felt that it would also apply. I showed up, and went through the screening process.

Since I didn’t have a donor card, I was considered a first time donor, and got a sticker that said as much, which made all the staff seem real excited. Of course… it’s my second first-time donor sticker I’ve received. But I get to the big poofy chair/lounge thing. I get up into it, and express my interest of using my right arm for the donation. The reasoning for this is that I’m left handed, and would rather have any soreness or pain be in my right arm that I use les often. But after checking the veins in my right arm, then checking for veins in my left, the practioner lady decided that my left arm had more prominent veins and would be easier. I agreed.

The needle was inserted and the blood started to get drawn. It was a pretty surreal experience. I felt faint, but not like I was going to faint. I felt light-headed, but very aware of my surroundings. I felt like I was breaking into a cold sweat, but was able to smile and tell them I was fine. This feeling went away after a while, and I thought that meant my body was used to the sensation of having my blood being removed from my body. Apparently it meant that my blood refused to be sucked out of me.

The practioners (I don’t want to say nurses, they had offical titles, that I can’t remember) both shifted the needle once, and the bloodflow started, but stopped, then they fished it a bit deeper, and it started again and looked like it was good to go. So they were going to tape this needle on me at this impossible angle, using lots of tape and wedges and I think they were going to just hold it in place… but it stopped again. It was the end of the day, I was the last person in there, a gentleman who started AFTER me had already finished donating his unit of blood. It was my first time, and although I never said, I’m sure I made expressions that said I was somewhat scared & in pain.

The final verdict was that my vein dove really deep into my arm, they didn’t want to keep digging, because it would bruise really badly, and would cause more pain in the end (the recovery stage I’ll bet.) The needle was pulled out, my 1/3 unit of blood along with several vials for testing were all initialed and brought to the organization station. My arm was bandaged, and then tensor-bandaged, right at the joint which sucked because I couldn’t bend my arm without it hurting (I took that off & left the bandage on after a while) I was told to sit, have a cup of juice and some cookies while talking to a nice elderly lady volunteer about TV shows. I also got a pin for it being my first donation, or rather… partial donation. She insisted I keep it even though I didn’t feel like I donated.

Anyways, so thats about all there was to that. I just today sent an e-mail to the Canadian Blood Services feedback line, asking what will happen to my partial donation. When/If I find out, I’ll let you all know!

I still think this is an awesome cause, and it takes about an hour, and it’s great for the community.

The funniest part was when we got home, and turned on the Simpsons, it just so happen to be the episode where Bart donates blood to Mr. Burns.

Update! Date's changed to Sunday the 24th!!

My friend Richard's band BROOMFILLER (http://broomfiller.com) is looking for extras for their next music video. Their first video was put into rotation on Much Music & this video should be released just before of their 2 month US tour that's starting in Mid-October. I'm going to be in it as well so come if you want to hang out with me for 10 hours!

The roles required:

• Looking for 12 “large/rough & tumble mean looking” rugby/soccer players to create two teams (2 goalies, 10 players.) Must be 5'8″ or taller.
• Looking for extras to be spectators of the soccer game, and crowd/fans of the band to cheer on both the players, and the band members. Everyone is welcome to apply for this.

So the Details:

• Food/Meals will be provided, however, it is a non-paying gig. (I heard rumours you may receive a copy of their newest CD as well, but don't quote me on that!)
• Date is Sunday September 24, 2006, aprox. 10 hours.
• Location is somewhere in Toronto, ON (exact location TBA)

If you're interested, e-mail: musicvideo@broomfiller.com with the following:

• The role you would like to play in the video
• A recent clear photo of yourself
• Description of your athletic ability & acting experience
• Any food alerigies you may have (to make ordering food safe for you!)

There. That's my public service announcement for today.

So two weeks ago I was doing Bikrams Yoga during an introductory week at the first studio opened in Toronto. This guy is *the* guy in Canada because he was the first, and is pretty close friends with the founder of this style of yoga.

Anyways, after not doing anything physical I decided to go to the yoga class held at my gym, that I faithfully went to twice a week for 6 months, then slowly disapeared, and completely disapeared for a while. The regular yoga instructor was there, which was nice, since the person that gets chosen to replace her is an absoloute knob.

But it wasn’t the same, I felt cold, and not warmed up. I showed up late, usually trying to get at least 15 minutes on an elliptical but even then, I felt constrained. I was wearing too much, I was sweating too little. I couldn’t concentrate with the different auditory sounds floating around, not only the house music pumping through the gym, but also the calming yoga music was distracting, doors slamming shut, weights being dropped, everything took away from my concentration.

I need to find a Bikrams Yoga studio. And soon. Even if it means I have to do laundry 3 times as much.