Big Pharma makes then censor that.

I keep looking for Like buttons. Oh, the power of Big Facebook!

Score! Another department had a potluck today and I am scavenging their leftovers for lunch (although, really, my cheesecake and eggs would probably have been enough). Had to try the Lay's Bacon Mac & Cheese potato chips - tasty, but not, to my mind, significantly different from BBQ potato chips. I would actually like to try the cappuccino flavor.

Zen, if you Google cashews +prozac you'll see it in all its awfulness, but I'd recommend against it, because most of the websites peddling it are also excruciatingly badly designed. But, basically, cashews have a lot of tryptophan, and tryptophan gets processed by the body into serotonin, so clearly it's Nature's Prozac. I think I lost eight IQ points just reading the first three links (or possibly it's the blinky-e-coupon-for-survivalcavefood-MEAT-induced headache).

Oh, no, JZ, I will take your word for it! I can't handle stuff like that, I have depression, you see, and I haven't been eating enough cashews, so I'm all delicate.

If eating tryptophan cured depression, no one would be depressed around the holidays!

I would actually like to try the cappuccino flavor.

Oh sweet Jesus DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT. I tried them when we were camping, and I'll just say this: I've tried unfamiliar foods that I ended up not liking, but I was able to politely chew and swallow at least that one bite. The cappuccino chips? I really almost spit them out. They were THAT revolting. And you cannot get the taste out of your mouth for half an hour, EVEN with beer. They're like a dare. Or a punishment.

Cashews are not just as good as Prozac for clinical depression. I don't care what Drs. Mercola or Oz or whatever other woo-meister you follow on Facebook says. You've worked at world-class hospitals your entire adult life. How does this have to be explained to you? YOU CANNOT REPLACE A PRESCRIPTION SSRI WITH A HANDFUL OF TREE NUTS

Oh god, a FB friend posted that thing, and I immediately was all "Really? Were there peer-reviewed double-blind clinical trials? I'd love to read them." And she said "You need to keep an open mind." RAAAAAAGE.

Finally, I went to the funeral for our friend who passed away over the weekend. There was almost an altar call, but not quite. We were however, strongly exhorted to accept Jesus Christ as our lord and savior. And I thought, "REALLY? This is the best time to do this?" Especially because our friend wasn't a Jesus-y person. Her brother, however, is a Baptist pastor, and jumped all over that shit when he had a chance to get up and speak. Awesome.

It looks like I'm going to get a refund of a month's rent on the shed, plus the security deposit. Mama's buying new knitting looms. And some yarn.

I love cashews, so I would love that, if it were so, but I strongly suspect that it is not.(possibly, that is a "kernel of truth" deal wherein some science writer might have written "has mood-boosting properties & minor stress-fighters. Eat some when you're depressed." And some producer "heard" "The Superfood That KOs depression!1" because that puts butts in the seats. And, yes, Dr. Oz has won awards for his work as a thoracic surgeon before being bitch-slapped by Claire McCaskill in possibly my favorite Congressional footage not starring Alan Grayson. (I'm not immune to woo. I took St. John's Wort for a while...I think it helped) It makes me sad when people sell out that much, although I just think that the people in Oz's audience should get a hivemind instead.

And I thought, "REALLY? This is the best time to do this?"

Sounds like a Mormon funeral. Lots of "You must be a member of the church in good standing before you can be reunited in the Celestial Kingdom." There are three layers of Heaven, by the way. Celestial, Terrestrial, and Telestial. Celestial is the gated neighborhood, Terrestrial is the boring suburbs, and Telestial is The Other Side of the Tracks.

Some people can't think of anything without levels. Kind of seems like a drag to me, but it's all in what you know, I guess.