…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.