I logged on to Amazon a little while ago to look up something I had no intention of buying. Of course when I got there my recommendations were waiting...the first one was Rats : Observations on the History and Habitat of the City's Most Unwanted Inhabitants, which, come to think of it, I have been meaning to get. Then The Complete Peanuts: 1950-1952, which I saw reviewed in Time this week and made a mental note to buy.
Click. Click. Into the cart.
Darn Amazon anyway. All I needed was to find an author for a friend...I didn't need to see "We have Biographies & Memoirs, Cooking, Food & Wine, Health, Mind & Body, and other Book Recommendations for you."
I already have four of the first six cookbooks they recommend, but cookbooks, that reminds me I was going to look for a vegetarian Indian cookbook. Oooh, Indian Vegetarian Cooking at Your House. Click. Or should I try New Indian Home Cooking: More Than 100 Delicious, Nutritional, and Easy Low-Fat Recipes? Or...why not both? Click.
And since I'm here, we were talking about Apollo 13 at work yesterday. (I actually want to use it in some training.) Click.
What's that? Now that I'm in the DVD section I oughta buy Slapshot? Luckily, Victor got that already, but it is a good call. So is Leslie Sansone...Click.
Whoa.
This is worse than crack, this Amazon addiction.
At least the shipping is free.
Posted by Nic at April 29, 2004 08:03 PM