In that unSuggester, "Economics in One Lesson" pulls up approximately 50 Terry Pratchett books. It's true about my library, but seriously, is Pratchett incredibly anti-economics?
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That's what's weirding me out, bon. Game of Thrones has a number of really fascinating fantasy religions, and can in some ways be construed as a commentary on religion, the church, and worldly power, but I would never have pegged it as explicitly anti-Christianity. Just thought provoking.
I put in Play It As It Lays, by Joan Didion and also got a billion Terry Pratchett books.
I hope NYC-istas aren't overly fond of fast food.
I really am sorry. I get the Go Fug Yourself RSS feed and I clicked before I knew it was about Carrot Top, and then I looked, and... then I just didn't want to suffer alone.
It was the lower picture that did me in. I was prepared for general Carrot Top fug. I wasn't prepared for so much exposure.
I'd better go look at the frackles link.
. I put in George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones and the unsuggester produced a list comprised almost entirely of books on the Bible and Christian theology.
That's what I got when I put in Persuasion.
I put in Daniel Quinn's Ishmael and it told me to avoid books on knitting and/or by Tolkein.
Interesting.
ION, it's cold today and it's going to be a trifle warmer tomorrow but then on Thursday it's going to be REALLY COLD again.
I put in Catch-22 and got Vogue Knitting (which I own and enjoy).
Oh you're right Sumi. It might get down below 50 this week! brr!
Seriously though- how sick am I that I'm envious of Chicago buried under a blanket of snow? I miss the slog through the drifts to the el stop, the wiggling of toes inside three layers of socks to make sure they're still circulting blood in there. The tricky wind that can find the seams in four layers of clothing... course I also miss Halsted Street Market Days, sweating rivulets despite the skimpiest of sundresses and medicinal vodka lemonades. I guess I'm just a Chicagoan no matter how far away I live.