not shiny, but still pretty

After months of research, I finally choose a case for my beloved Macbook. So here it is, not shiny (although definitely shiny) but still pretty.
In the end I decided to go with the Small Alley by STM (an Australian company it turns out). I like it's slim profile and the fact that it has pockets perfectly suited to Mac accouterments. I had a little trouble finding a North American distributor until I realized that it's available through the Apple store. Of course it is.Why many months of research you may be asking? Honestly, I have no idea. For some reason choosing the right bag became a bit of an obsession. There were so many options. Did I want something industrial looking? Something that looked like a laptop case? Something ironic? Should I get a neoprene skin for it and just toss it in a large and stylish handbag? For some reason the bag became very important. And it turns out there are a LOT of bags to choose from.

There were beautiful messenger bags from Manhatten Portage -- a company I was tempted to buy from simply because I love their name -- handmade bags from Oregon, versatile bags from Timbuck2. So many options. Was is just that the Mac is the closest I've ever come to cool and like a nervous ninth grader I didn't want to screw it up with the wrong outfit? I still don't know, but I'm happy with my choice and I'm sure my roommate is happy not to have to hear about it anymore :) Once I got the bag home, it was ready for the pin that Kendra picked up for me at DisneyWorld back in August. It reads "I'm not perfect, but I'm close" kind of ironic given all the running around that went in to the selection.The other day at work Sheldon told me that now that I've switched to Mac, the next step is to buy funky plastic framed glasses and a Volvo. There was a third thing I've forgotten. I think it involved a chocolate lab. I think I'll still with the bag for now.

As for the rest of the week, I caught the cold that has been making the rounds out here. The best way I can describe it is simply to say that the following box of lotion-y Kleenex was purchased Thursday evening and no one has used it but me. A sad statement indeed.
In happier news, now that we've reached the tailend of September almost all of my favorite shows have premiered. The best line out of all of them has to go to Shemar Moore as Special Agent Derek Morgan in the season opener of Criminal Minds. Towards the end of the show there's a scene where Derek is driving an ambulance that is about to explode. He's on the phone with Garcia, and facing apparent certain death, decides to tell her what she means to him. He says to her "You are my God-given solace." Now that's a compliment. Props to Simon Mirren for writing a great episode. (And yes, he's related. She's his Aunt.)