Wait a second, Doctor! What is it you're prescribing me?

What follows are some of the incoherent ramblings and disparate thoughts I had over the day.  I would like to start this post off by leveling the harshest possible criticism towards pharmaceutical maker Eisai Company.  But what wrong have they committed?  Are they exploiting their employees?  Releasing medications to the market without adequate testing?  Using aggressive sales tactics to encourage doctors to over-prescribe their products?  I'm afraid it's far worse than that.

It has just come to my attention that Eisai is the maker of an acid reflux drug called "AcipHex."  Shame on you, Eisai, for releasing a product whose name is pronounced "Ass Effex."  How am I supposed to sit through your TV commercials with a straight face?  By the way, side effects include diarrhea.  Talk about ass effects.


I think congress should enact legislation to ban all uses of the word "webinar."  Seriously, how obnoxious is that word?  People who come up with buzzwords for the business world, I am putting you notice.

I had to meet my boss in the city today, and saw a few interesting sights along the way.  First off, the MegaMillions lottery set up a giant ball pit in the middle of Grand Central.  The balls had numbers on them like lottery balls, and they were having people climb into the pit to retrieve them.  Apparently, it was some sort of contest.  It was just like Chuckie Cheese, except adults without children were allowed in.  Incidentally, I learned about that policy when a few friends and I were turned away one afternoon.  True story.

I was a little early to the meeting, so I stopped into Best Buy to kill some time.  A DVD called "Post Grad" was on sale.  Due to some unfortunate decal placement, it looked like the cover said "Poot Grad."  Maybe the poor girl was taking AcipHex.

I met my boss at the Johnson Club Room at Nat Sherman tobacconist.  I am not a huge cigar smoker, but the club room, which requires a yearly membership or the purchase of a day pass, is awesome.  I feel like a Carnegie or Rockefeller puffing away while getting business done.  It is pretty darn impressive to have your own locker in a private walk in humidor.  I hope one day, I can swing my own membership.

While I am doing product plugs, I want to mention a really cool website which sells t-shirts called Vintage Roadside.  I don't know how I didn't hear about these guys sooner, but my dear wife bought me a shirt as an early Valentine's Day gift.  Their shirts feature the classic logos of American roadside attractions from the 1930s through the 60s.  Think places like Tiki bars, bowling alleys, and googie era coffee shops.  Their page has a short history of each establishment featured on a shirt.  I have a feeling I will be buying many more of the items they offer.