yesterday we headed out to the baseball game. we being: me, my boyfriend and my sister. she had been wanting to see a game on account of having never been and just sheer curiosity. so we went yesterday because it was cheap tickets+hotdogs day. we packed peanuts and ate them all. leaving a giant crunchy mess underfoot. it started off rather uneventfully (unless you are a baseball fan, in which case: the Jays pitcher, Mr. Moustache as i called him, got all 3 Reds out. real fast too.). but soon it started. a Jay hit a home run and everyone went crazy yelling and screaming. one Reds guy let go of the bat and it flew into the crowd. a fan caught it but the player wanted it back, so the crowd booed him. then another guy broke his bat in half. then some pigeons flew down. then another home run. then the pigeons came back. another home run. and then some pitcher changes, then some more pitcher changes. then another home run! at this point i should mention: the home runs were all by Jays, it started sucking and Reds started scoring once we lost Mr. Moustache to Mr. Can’t Throw A Good Pitch and the pigeons only stayed on the field very briefly. there were soem drunk guys in the upper level waving their shirts and with writing on their bellies, as the JumoTron was on them, you could see security trying to calm them down. one chick didn’t realize she was on it, and just kept yakking on her cell. and then there was an awesome dancing kid. he was missing all 4 front teeth and he moved like a cooked noodle.
Monthly Archives: June 2009
so its been decided. we’re getting an air conditioner. one day into the heat and me and my mum looked at each other and pretty much it was decided "screw the heat, we need A/C". presumably the cat would have also had a say in this, rather a meow. having fur this time of year must suck.
while we were sitting on the steps of Yonge & Dundas Square waiting for the concert to start, a guy in a promotional SUV for The Hangover pulled up. i figured they would be handing stuff out, talking about the movie etc…. instead he got out, walked around it, and took a picture of it in context of the event. BUT i happened to be in the picture, and i was not gonna move and lose my sitting spot. so i made a face, and then whipped out my camera. i waited for him to come back around took HIS picture with the car. retatliation at its best.
at the concert i learned a few things about concert-goers. they are all really tall. secondly? they ALL smoke. no matter how far away you move from the smokers, you end up near some other smokers. and there was this one lady who for a while i was running with the theory taht she was the hula-hooping hippe from the pot rally i walked through last year, but i came to the conclusion she must be her grandmother. or pot ages you terribly? secondly there was this REALLY annoying guy who butted in front of us. he was wearing a beanie with hair sticking out underneath BUT it was so carefully placed. he looked like an ass. he was with some girls… who seemed more interested in having a conversation…. AT A ROCK CONCERT. how does this make sense?! one of them was even trying to maintain a cellphone conversation. things like this just make me wonder. they simply fail to make sense to me. i also learned that people at concerts have no concept of personal space. i witnessed countless incidents where someone was trying to pass by someone else and they actually kinda patted them on the back/moved them aside! there was also a perv there who i swear was just there to look at chicks. it was creepy and i could not have gotten away from him faster. scary.
secondly, this one is for all the chocoholics, of which i am one: Le Whif. its an inhaler, through which you inhale chocolate powder that apparently gives you all the satisfaction of eating chocolate without the calories. it even comes in an array of flavours. i say bullshit. it looks like a poorlymade plastic cigarette, actually it kind of reminds me of those new Nicorette inhalers. just gross.
and then finally le piece de resistance, the reason i need to get traveller’s insurance for my trip: the day i felt like the guy in the Polysporin commercial: i was drying the dishes and i was holding my sister’s mug (the same mug she had showed me earlier that day, she pointed out a chip in it), and the chip cracked… slicing my thumb open. and it bled. and bled. and bled. right through the kleenexes i wrapped around it, right through the bandaids i stuck to it. and as i was wiping off the blood and what i had thought was run off, it turned out there was a second cut on the other side too. so i spent the rest of the day with a gauzed up giant thumb.
*TKO* universe wins this round.
as some of you may (or may not?) know, during high school me and my
friend (and guest appearances) would reminisce about old TV shows. we
spent much of class time trying to figure out the titles. it took us a
few months to remember that the train that brings juice was in fact
from Mr. Roger’s and not RomperRoom as we mistakenly thought for a bit.
i slowly started to drift away from this as my success rate started to
dip. i no longer got that sparkle and look of recognition in my
colleagues’ eyes’. that wonderous look of fulfillment started to turn
into a look of utter confusion as i desperatly tried to describe shows
that i was sure existed. eventually i found it on the internet. it had
been Clyde The Musical Jukebox that i had so gone crazy over. (forget i
can’t find the link, but i KNOW i wrote about it). well that was not
the only show i bellyached over. there was another one. it was a
Canadian show and there was a man with a square head, sandy
brown/blonde hair and square glasses. he would always go check the mail
with his puppet friend. and i racked my brain, bothered countless
people, searched endlessly on the internet, changing search terms,
trying to remember other aspects. and finally last night: closure. i
figured it out. the show was called Take Part! and i am so happy to
know that now!!
NOTE: that’s what you get for pissing me off. rather than i give you my good ideas for a talltale, i hoard it for myself and butcher it as such.
EDIT: this is no longer relevant in that the "anger" was really just a misunderstanding of an email in which the sarcasm was not evident.
i was wary of starting another boycott/string of angry letter writing, because as we can see, the first one was not all that successful. all it did was prove how long i can go without Timmies. when what did my eyes behold? my two favourite things in the world on my third favourite thing in the world! the TV said Tim Hortons was giving away free coffee! sweet mother of pearl i thought to myself! on the one hand, i can boycott their "generosity"… but then an evil grin spread across my face as i thought…. OR I COULD TAKE THEM TO THE CLEANERS, MILK(sry for the pun) ‘EM FOR ALL THEY’RE WORTH!!! and milk them i did. in total i had about 5 of their free iced coffees… and barely any jitters, although i did notice a steady drop in my rate of blinking.
since then, i have been boycotting them, but its still unofficial. i am craving an iced cap pretty bad, maybe after that iced cap.
NOTE: as i was madly typing this, i accidentally put in the wrong type of DVD for backing up my portfolio and thus wasted a perfectly good blank DVD. stupid Timmies, without even trying.