Said "adequate" - which, by definition, means you're getting enough.

Enough for what, though? For thriving good health, or just enough to prevent deficiency-related disease?

I'm not shilling for indiscriminate use of massive doses of every vitamin on the shelf. But I think that, for some people (I'd even say "many," though I expect that to be challenged), the fact that their intake is adequate to prevent deficiency-related disease does not equal an intake that supports thriving good health/energy/etc.

On edit: Cindy, would you please remove the COMM post? It was (a) not very funny and (b) caused pain to Tep, whom I love.

Nah, that's not necessary. Seriously. (It *is* a funny exchange; I just didn't like my screed getting derailed b/c of semantics.)

But a friend of mine just moved out of here...TO CANADA. Don't you think he would have cancelled me out?

That's just crazy talk, P-C. You're talking crazy. Get out of the road! ::beep beep::

Salmon and trout are the same beastie, just that at some point in time a trout decided to explore deeper waters and stayed out there. We now call them salmon. Salmon still have to come back to fresh water to breed, though.

Huh. File that under "You learn something new everyday".

Also, lisah, insent.

Sail is like the stealth-billytea, bringing all these cool little facts to the discussion, whenever it turns the right way.

eta...

Teppy, thanks, but I already deleted it, sweetie. It doesn't matter.

Okay, then. I was feeling horrible that I pained you! Is an X-screed like an X-post?

FWIW, I do think that the "adequate for what?" question is incredibly important and complex and interesting; I'm also quite deeply convinced that outside of deficiencies (which are quite rare anymore) it comes from an overall pattern of eating (and, hell, living) rather than any supplement. That may be a point where we won't agree, but I do value the discussion enough to not want to snark it away like I did before.

or for that matter hobbies, ita I am looking at you

If by hobbies you mean washing my face or going to the kitchen, I totally hear you. If you're using a more traditional sense of the word, I got nothing for you. Never concussed myself doing any of my hobbies.

Race car drivers concuss themselves a lot? Is there that much crashing? Don't watch, wouldn't know.

I'd pick hockey as a good place to look--Colin, who's a big time ice hockey fan, gave me the same concussion spiel, not as my doctor, but as my neurologist--based on observed injuries and news reports from the sport. I was almost impressed, but then he got smug and I had to snub him.

So I'm reading the NY Times article on Difficult People and the booming consulting business around them. And they rattle off some types:

Several authors think it is useful to characterize infuriating people into types and prescribe ways to deal with them, as Robert M. Bramson did in 1981 in “Coping With Difficult People,” one of the first popular books on the topic. Its overarching lesson is to find a way to communicate with these people because they are not going away. Dr. Bramson lists seven difficult behavior types: Hostile-Aggressives, Complainers, Silent and Unresponsives, Super-Agreeables, Know-It-All Experts, Negativists and Indecisives.

I know I have Negativist and Know-It-All tendencies and try to be conscious about them. I didn't realize "Super-Agreeable" was a difficult type, but now that I think about it, my weasley ex-boss was in that category.

I'm taking a deep breath and giving myself a mental shake to get off the semantics thing.

(If an explanation helps at all, chatty!co-worker is the most pedantic, literal-minded human being I have ever encountered, and he deliberately obfuscates because of semantics. Daily. In fact, every night when we leave work, he says "See you tomorrow...maybe." When someone asked him why the "maybe" he said "You can't know we'll both be here tomorrow." He also says things like "*Try to* have a good evening," rather than "Have a good evening," because the latter is apparently laden with expectations and pressure.

He might be trying to be funny, but after 5 years, every day -- it's not funny. If someone asks "Do you know what time it is?" he replies, without fail, "Yes."

So semantics -- while they are significant in many cases -- get on my last nerve. And that is why I'm in serious need of a bitch-slapping this morning. Er, afternoon.)

Again, sorry. Go Team Vitamins! Or -- Go Team Adequate Dietary Intake!

How 'bout those Bears? How 'bout that weather, huh? Uh....look! Cats!

Uh....look! Cats!

Awww, man. Let's get back to pitchers and catchers report.