…to buy our album, which is now available for your convenience on a little web store known as iTunes. (Pssst: It’s cheaper there, too. By like 40%.)

Also, the big show is in a little over 48 hours. Do you have your ticket yet?

Another of my posts is up at the Differential, Medscape’s group medical student weblog. Go there to read about my blossoming vocabulary.

I felt so bad for Marketa Irglova last night when, after winning the Oscar for best song ever, she got cut off by the music of death. Sad for her, but good for most people, who would probably say this.

(Luckily, though, she did get her time.)

Maybe in August when I’m cursing the fact that it’s been over 100 degrees for two months I’ll look back and think, wow, how cute was last winter. But right now it’s not so cute.

That about sums it up for me in Chicago these days. It’s getting a little ridiculous. Abbie agrees.

Another of my posts is up at the Differential, Medscape’s group medical student weblog. Go there to read how something as simple as a Western blot can drive a grad student out of his mind.

I have the coolest animals ever.

Actual encounter I had the other day at Dunkin’ Donuts:

ACT I
Me: Hi, can I get two dozen donut holes please?
Her: Don’t you want 25? You get 25…
Me: Okay, fine.
Her: What kind? Mixed?
Me: Yep. [looking at the lineup] Actually, just glazed, powdered, chocolate, and…do you still have the cinnamon ones?
Her: No. We have [pointing to labels and speaking slowly and deliberately, as if I didn't speak donut] glazed……pow-dered……choc’-late……jelly-filled……and plaaaaain.
Me: Okay, then just the other three that I already told you.

ACT II
Me: [after paying, and surprised that they all fit into one box] There are two-dozen in here?
Her: No, 25.
Me: Oh, right…that’s what I meant. Feels light.
Her: You didn’t say that. You said two-dozen, but there are 25.
Me: Okay. Same thi—nevermind. Thanks.

ACT III
When I get down to school, I open up the box. There are 13.

THE AYND

Kind of reminds me of that scene in Dumb and Dumber:

Mary: So you’ll pick me up tonight at 7:45?
Harry: Well I got a few things to take care of. So how about we make it quarter to eight?
Mary: [laughs] Stop it…
Harry: Okay, 7:45.

A few old classmates of mine are doing a month-long vacation path rotation in Austria, and one of them has started a weblog about it. Sounds like they’re having a good time so far.

Anyone else’s keyboard shortcuts all get deleted when upgrading to 10.5.2? Mine did. Fortunately I use them all so often that as I come across the now-non-functional ones, I can re-add them on the fly. Still, annoying.

On a whim, at Abbie’s suggestion that we stop into a suit shop in the loop to pass the time (and warm up?), I bought a tuxedo on Saturday. Then, I bought new glasses to replace the old ones that got smashed. The day before this little extravaganza, Abbie bought her dress. The dress. (The one that you don’t actually get until six months after the fact. I still have trouble understanding this. The tux takes two weeks.) Later that day, we got groceries. Lots o’ groceries. $800 gone within four hours. Yesterday, I dropped off receipts from my LA trip that totalled over $650. At least those are getting reimbursed.

My poor credit card. And by poor, I mean…poor. And by credit card, I mean…me.

Around this time last year, I was killing myself trying to finish up judging for the Contemporary A Cappella Recording Awards (CARAs), the Grammys of the a cappella kingdom.

I’m at it again this year. While it’s nice to have been selected again to do this and to have free (albeit temporary) access to the best of the best a cappella that was put out last year, it’s damn time-consuming. My ears hurt, and I’ve only even started listening to one category of my six.

Also:

Invoxication got into Sweeps!

LA was great. Met a lot of nice people, learned some new techniques and some old-school techniques, and refocused my goals in the lab.

Then this happened.

From The Caucus:

Marc Ambinder, a political blogger, reported that Mr. McCain called his supporters and asked them to vote for Mr. Huckabee to thwart Mr. Romney.

Wow, that’s a low blow. Probably not the first time it’s ever happened, even within this campaign year, but that doesn’t make it any less classless.

I strongly dislike all—allllll—of the Republican candidates, but if I were forced to live under another Republican administration imperialism with several country-sized occupations throughout the Middle East and Asia, I had convinced myself that McCain might just be okay. Huckabee is an absolute idiot, Ron Paul is a kook, and Mitt Romney is apparently a huge jerk—a true politician in every negative sense of the word—but now this from McCain. Last week I spoke with a grad student in LA originally from Arizona and he said most Arizonans think McCain is as big a jerk as most Massachusettsians—and pretty much everyone else, apparently—think Romney is. Those Arizonans may be onto something.

Did you?

One of my photos from our first Europe trip a long, long time was selected to be included in the online tour guide, Schmap, which actually looks like a pretty cool site. Apparently they think we got a good shot of the Banco de España in Madrid, Spain. (Select the location in the center and then click through photos at right.)

Reading through their description of the place makes me think: Maybe we should have gone inside?