Sips Reviews

Contrast helps people distinguish objects, both in a physical sense and a conceptual one. Without contrast we would stumble around through a maze of textures and colours that merge together into a unnavigable fog without any sort of distinction. The same is true in the realm of ideas, without good, how would we know evil; without hunger, how would we know satiety? What powerful malignant forces seeks to strip our reality of these bounding rules? For reasons that I do not yet fully understand, some power of immeasurable evil is using the  Rockstar Energy  company to unbind the individual components of our shared reality. The power , and here I hesitate to use the word "god"  acts on a cosmic scale and, while it has a great potential, it only seems to be able to interact in a tenuous, ambiguous fashion, at least, so far. Even now the conflict rages. Not a war of steel or electric current, but a metaphysical war that rages in the transitory boundaries betw...

If you ever wondered why I review energy drinks, you are not alone in that wonderment. The truth is that I was given the quest to review energy drinks by the ghost of the Blind Hobo King. Why does he want the review? I don't know and I don't care to know - I learned early life that is just best to go with the flow when dealing with a madman whose grip on sanity is as tenuous as his grip on personal hygiene. So this is NOS . It is a beverage that was manufactured by a company that made automotive parts; then it was sold to Coca Cola; finally, it was sold to Monster. Throughout those ownership transfers it is nice to see that two things have remained consistent: the beverage is still the lesser "Monster"  that nobody cares about; and, the drink still tastes like a combination of various automotive fluids and lubricants. Location Purchased:  Gas Station Price when Purchased:  $3.59 Leafbacks Taste:  Have you ever heard of an animal licking engine cool...

There is a common vein in history that the greatest lies are most easily hidden when they are kept in plain sight, without any attempt to deny their nature. This beverage is the exact spirit of that concept. Can it possibly be true that there are such massive conspiracies that exist without being questioned? Even when questioned , the "makers" of the Pocari Sweat beverage make no effort to deny the true nature of the drink. They explain that the term "Pocari" has no "special meaning" and note that "Sweat" makes direct reference to actual sweat. Well, a lot of names are essentially meaningless, and that is what "Pocari" is, a name . While it is entirely clear that Pocari Sweat is bottled sweat, what is not entirely clear is what kind of person and/or creature  the Pocari is. Due to the refreshing sweet taste, it is unlikely that the Pocari  is a regular person, and is in fact, more likely to be either a heavily mutated hu...

This "impostor" drink is sold alongside its "inspiration" at about the same price; but the habitual customers of the drink are as mysterious and unknown as the origins of the drink itself. In a lot of ways, this Canadian energy drink is emblematic of the energy drink situation in Canada. I haven't had Red Rain for a long time, this is going to be a review that focuses a a more broad topic. The "Energy Drink Market" in Canada is similar to that in the United States, just several years behind in fashion and crippled due to limitations on how much good stuff can be put into a single serving container. While there are a lot of energy drinks that are approved for sale in Canada, the market is not nearly as vibrant as it is in the USA or parts of Europe. As far as I can tell there is no Red Rain website, the closest thing I can find are two Facebook pages (one for Mexico and one for Kosovo ) connected to the brand. The most bizarre thing ab...

To evade a pursuer that neither rests nor sleeps approaches impossibility as the duration of the pursuit grows. I have seen the Minotaur, but more importantly, the Minotaur has seen me. I do not know the source of its enmity, but I know that I am the focal point of the creature's antipathy and my options for escape and survival are dwindling with each footstep, with each second. Just as Pasiphaë's  sexual lust for the bull was overpowering, the bloodlust that the Minotaur has is likewise overpowering. It was only by chance that I somehow managed to detect the creature pursing me in the crowded city streets and equally as fortunate that I managed to evade the creature's wrathful attack that left several people dead. Call it cowardice, but as the Minotaur  was extracting its blood-soaked horns from the entrails of a mild elderly woman that was mistakenly gored in my place, I ran. I ran like a madman, it was, as it still is, my only option.     My ...