Apple seems to be taking a turn for the worse with this new iMac. Evidently they’re having trouble supplying enough of them to match demand. Snookums and I finally saw one in real-life at one of the Apple outlets in Sydney. I was not impressed. I thought that the round base was going to be all white and shiny, like the top of my pretty pretty iBook. Instead it’s kind of translucent with a dull matte finish. It looks crappy. It’s also much bigger than I thought. The monitor, of course, is gorgeous though.

Aren't I snazzy?Since my mom wanted me to get “all pretty” for my birthday dinner last week, I figured I’d show you all how it turned out. Don’t I look nice? It was a good excuse to unpack some of my London gear, anyway. My blouse was actually a button-up, satiny-type thing. (Apparently it absorbs all light like a black hole or something, which is why you can’t see it in the photo and it all blends together in a shapeless mass, making me look like a halfback.) My hair’s pulled back with a flower in the back. Sometimes it’s good to be the princess. 🙂

(Interestingly, when Snookums took this picture I was fully expecting to have to open it up in the Gimp and do some serious chubbiness-erasing photo manipulation work. Actually, though, it didn’t turn out too bad. Maybe I am losing some weight. I guess I can see it more with an actual photo than by looking in the mirror. That realization still doesn’t help with the aching post-yoga muscles, though…)

Well, my dad got hitched. Apparently he also saw them dye the Chicago River green, made eye contact with Dubya during the St. Patrick’s Day parade, visited the “cheeseburger cheeseburger” place from the Saturday Night Live skit, and dined on the 95th floor of the Hancock Building. I wish you could hear him tell it. He’s much funnier than me. I’m telling you, this man needs a weblog.

It’s Indian summer… and it’s St. Patrick’s Day. Are any of you Northern Hemisphere-ers feeling my confusion? My head’s going to explode.

ND lost to Duke, but it sounds like it was a great game. At least more people will realize that Notre Dame doesn’t live and die by its football season. (Actually we do, but we don’t like everybody else to know that.) 🙂