Energy Drink Review: Monster Ultra Red

To be honest, I’m not sure what the Ultra refers to in this drink’s name. If the colour of the can, then I don’t see it. If the colour of the drink itself, I don’t see that either, but that’s because it goes from can, straight into my mouth.

NO THINKING ABOUT. THIS IS AN ENERGY DRINK! 
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Shifting schedule == energy drinks

As far as I can recall, I have never worked nine-to-five. Not, in the exact, traditional sense at least. I have worked a variety of schedules over the past 10 years or so. But none have been nine to five.  I have worked 14:30 to 22:00. I have worked 06:00 to 14:30. I have worked 08:00 to 16:00. Now, I work 22:00 to 06:00.

These hours, for the most part, are less than desirable for the greater population. I work them, because I have to, want to and need to.

I recently started a new job with an amazing Canadian outdoor/lifestyle company that specializes in healthy active living. They even go so far as to incorporate green features into their operations. Being a retailer, most employees are ecstatic about the awesome discounts and deals we’re privy to. Me, being more mature in my needs, prefer the greater scope of the company’s dealings with regards how the conduct themselves and treat their employees and clientele.

As a result of my taking on this new job and it’s hours, I have gone back to tried and true, store-purchasable liquid stimulants: Energy drinks.  Discussing my options of how to use my free time, I’ve decided to write in my blog, reviews of each drink that graces my taste buds and digestive tract.

First should be Red Rain Sugarfree. redrain

Assessment: Oh my god… why did I try this one first? What the hell is wrong with me? I’d like to lose some weight, but is this really the way to do it? I can taste the plastic! Wait? This is in a metal can! Dear god… why? Maybe I should try this one again later.

Next up: Monster Ultra Red

Of Faith, Power and Glory

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die

– Lt. Col John McCrae

November 11 marks a sombre time of year. A time where we remember those who have served; those that have fallen; those who have watched others fall.

East York Civic Centre Cenotaph

East York Civic Centre Cenotaph

Each year, millions across our beautiful country, congregate around silent monolithic stone sentinels. These simple structures are cenotaphs, and they stand on perpetual guard as reminders of efforts taken long ago. While a cenotaph is supposed to represent an empty grave, lying in place of those who have fallen, it represents so much more.

They exist to commemorate the sacrifice, the service and the result of both: peace. A peace that was hard fought; hard won. A peace that was not necessary to our way of life, directly at the time of the quarrel. But a peace necessary to us nonetheless.

In Canada, it is almost a given certainty that a cenotaph stands in every city and town. It is an icon to which we pay respects. While its shape, its artwork, may vary from place to place, its meaning never changes.

There is no way for us to light our own way. 
We have endured by following the torch carried by those before us.

It does not necessitate being pointed out but the cenotaph is not the singular icon by which we pay respect. In Canada, it is very much joined by two other iconic pieces of artwork: the poem and the flower.

The flower, a red poppy, has a distinct significance as it relates to Remembrance day. It signifies the wearers need and desire to pay respect to those who have served, fallen and come before us, so that we may know peace.

However, the red poppy has come under attack this year. While not a new idea, the white poppy has made a resurgence in popularity with those who do not seem to grasp the meaning of the red poppy. They are claiming that it glorifies and romanticizes war. That its colour represents the results of battle: spilled blood.

This couldn’t be further from the truth. 

In fact, if anything the white poppy, despite it’s supposed claim of representing peace, is actually a disgraceful and offensive symbol that trivializes everything the red poppy represents.

A few have tried to argue to me that the White Poppy was more than a symbol for peace, that the red poppy and all that it stood for was bullsh*t. I took exception to the ideas postulated by this person because they were very critical about Remembrance day and the Red Poppy. Truth is, they have failed to be critical of the white poppy. They have failed to consider where the money they donate to that cause goes. Donations to the Red Poppy go to veterans, they go back into the community. For all I know, donations for the white textile/fabric poppy go into someone’s pocket. THAT’S BULLSH*T. (I will continue to believe that until someone can prove otherwise)

As Brett Wilson of Dragon’s Den fame put it on twitter:

To the @WhitePoppy movement – be clear – the #RedPoppy does not glorify war nor does the #YellowDaffodil glorify cancer. #RespectOurVeterans

Truth is, the Red Poppy has significance that I cannot even begin to cover. It represents all the things mentioned above that a cenotaph represents. They became the symbol they are not because of the tragedy that befell the fields they grew in, but the result of those tragic circumstances coming to an end. They grew up and out of the soil disturbed by battles that raged across their meadows. The fact that they are blood red, is merely a coincidence.

As much as Mr. Wilson’s statement highlights the absurdity of the white poppy, I am not afraid to take it further. The simple fact is, the offensive nature of the white poppy is on par with those that protest at funerals, because quite frankly that’s exactly what you are doing when you put on a white poppy. You know what kind of person protests funerals? These people.

As unfortunate as it is, we must contend with the reality that peace is the result of war. But it is not the only result of war.

The fact that I am able to share my words on this matter… I have war to thank. Do not confuse my statement for a veiled glorification of war for it is not. It is a glib reflection based on the case of many modern conveniences being developed from war-time needs. Television, Radio and Cellphones; Computers, Circuitry and Components; Plastics and Textiles… all of these were developed either directly or indirectly because of technological development during war-time.

So, as a lover of technology, a descendant of someone who experienced WWII, a civilian instructor and former cadet in the Royal Canadian Air Cadets – I have much to thank and pay respect to. This is why I proudly display the red poppy on my lapel every year.

The red poppy is our torch; be it ours to hold high.

– CI J. Laflamme
Civilian Instructor
330 Danforth Tech
Royal Canadian Air Cadets

Uhh… That’s not very *pinteresting*

Pinterest took the internet by storm in 2011/2012. I was using it semi-regularly at first. But after awhile the ever-present mixture of perfume and saccharine sweet smells hung in the air got to me. I effectively abandoned my Pinterest and set out for a platform similar in structure with that structure being more Garage/Basement workshop/Camping site than Kitchen/Bedroom/Bridal Shoppe.

Somewhere in my travels, irony took the wheel. Here are the sites I found before I discovered what I was looking for exactly. (For the record, I did find what I was looking for.)   Continue reading

Confidence vs cockiness

The difference?

A confident person raises themselves up.
A cocky person pulls others down.

I had a great idea for writing an article about the difference between the two, but came down to the realization that the difference could be summed up in two sentences. Irony is that, I’ve discussed this with friends in the past. I had been labelled as cocky, but in truth I was only showing confidence. It was another party that deemed me cocky because it was part of their personal agenda to undermine others. Truth is, that individual had nothing to be confident about. It was a matter of projection. They thought themselves better than others despite all evidence to the contrary.

As Dad once said… “All sizzle and no steak.”

Futurama Presentdayama

Now, I am reticent to believe this article as being true for two reasons: One being coincidental and the other pop-cultural. On one hand, the last name is well known in the scientific community for contributions to nuclear research in the 50s/60s. On the other hand, the last name is well known in the pop culture community for being the absent-minded professor slash source of a running gag.

I’ll save my predictions for futherdown.
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Truth

Truth

Sometimes I see an image on the internet that I like, but feel the urge to redesign it. This was one of those ideas.

The original was better in its simplicity except that it used a font that imparted a broken chalk effect.  In addition, the kanji symbol for truth in the corner appears to be wrong from what I’ve seen while searching for the japanese word for true/truth.  (the bottom lateral was connected to the mid-section – other examples did not have this)