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As you may be aware of, the East Coast got hit with a fairly bad snowstorm this past weekend - and they are saying that we are due for more. Yay. I'm a snow is only for skiing kind of person, especially since my apartment complex is pretty terrible about clearing the parking lot. Really though, that isn't the worst part. The worst part is that a large percentage of my coworkers can't seem to find a topic of conversation other than this pending storm. Yes, having another 8"-12" dumped on us would bite. No, I don't want to volunteer to stay at a local Holiday Inn so I can be shuttled into work on Wednesday. (Yes, my work is really asking people to do that. Joys of working in the medical-ish field.)

Moving right along...

Stupidest thing said during the Super Bowl: He caught that ball with his hands. I do get that the announcer (probably the mostly useless Phil Simms, I don't remember) meant that the receiver didn't catch the ball against his chest, but oy. Also, what the fuck is up with the "stats" that they show for various players? Don't tell me that kicker X is the 4th lowest ranked without also telling me if that is only against other kickers this season, how many total kicks, etc. Is his percentage the 4th lowest? I need all the info or I'm calling bullshit on the NFL stats. Well, I've been calling bullshit all season, but this is the one that sticks from last night.

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I watched a fair number of action flicks on Saturday, Blade:Trinity (shut up) being one of those. Question: What happened to the little girl after Jessica Biel's character unchains her? I wouldn't think that stashing her somewhere in a building full of vampires would be a great idea. It really almost would have made more sense to rescue her after neutralizing the threat. But it is, after all, a corny movie based on a comic, so I don't let it bother me.

Back to the Super Bowl...

Specifically, the Audi eco-fascism ad. I have no issue with recycling or fuel-efficiency or resuable coffee cups, but I do have an issue with an eco police state. Yeah yeah, it was supposed to be funny, I get it, but how is being all Big Brother about my trash any better than, well, any other Big Brotherish thing? I don't want any sort of unlimited power monitoring all facets of my life. Y'know, no more than they already are.

Pharmacological Overload

I'm an online survey taker. I enjoy offering my opinion on different products and the occasional freebies that come my way aren't too bad, either.

I got a survey notification in my inbox that was called "How Are You Feeling?" I figured it would be for a new pain-killer or similar. Nope, it's about depression. I made the mistake of checking off that I do, occasionally, suffer from depression, and yes, I've been diagnosed by a HCP. Next thing I know, I qualify for an additional survey that should take about 20 minutes of my time. Since I'm schlubbing around the house instead of going back to work, I figured why not?

First, I am asked what names come to mind when I think about depression medication. For some reason, I could only think of Cymbalta, Zoloft and Wellbutrin. Then comes the advertising questions. The only ad I recognized was the one with the sad little rock hiding in its little cave. Now I'm being questioned on how likely I would be to ask my doctor to prescribe Zoloft, Effexor, Wellbutrin, Paxil, or Cymbalta. Unfortunately there is no, "I feel I can handle my depression without meds, thanks" option. And I'm especially against Paxil because I had a friend who took it and the withdrawal symptoms were awful.

My least favorite part of these surveys is when they have a list of statements and I'm supposed to pick which medications fit said statements. How am I supposed to know? I don't take any of these meds and I don't plan to. I don't see how the pharmas are getting usable information. Can I relate to Prozac? Not really. Does Wellbutrin understand depression? All I know is that my OB-GYN offered to prescribe Wellbutrin for me so I could quit smoking. If I'm not going to take it for depression, why the hell would I take it to quit smoking?

I'm now bored with the survey and I keep checking off "none" or "I don't know" for all my answers. Plus, it keeps asking me what meds I am on. How many ways do I have to tell them that I'm not on meds (despite what you, my dear reader, thinks) and I don't want to be on meds. I'm not going to ask my doctor to put me on Cymbalta just because I like the colors they used in their print advertising.

Lordy, they are playing sound clips of mournful guitar music. I am starting to think that the purpose of the survey is to make me crazy so I'll get medicated.