My favorite would have to be Brisk and Nestea, which i'm pretty sure Pepsi owns Brisk and Coca-Cola owns Nestea, both are the same except Brisk is made by Lipton and Nestea is made by nestle.
Schweppes Sparkling Duet. Like Fanta only tangier and generally more delicious. Also love Lemon Lime & Bitters. Don't think either are sold in America though... Ice cream soda is among my favourites as well (even if it makes me feel sick if I drink more than a can).
Of those listed I probably like coke the most. Pepsi is gross and the rest are just meh.
I assume soda is the same thing as fizzy juice, going by the poll? I was never too sure what soda was in America. At first I thought it was what we have here called 'cream soda' but apparently not (or at least not only that).
Soda is any carbonated drink - for examples see the poll.
Christ, I'm realizing I've seen some ---- in my life. You're all talking about soda casually, and all I can recall are the intense experiences I've had consuming even one of them. The inside of my head must be a mess...but I'm still human, right? ...Right. No, I'm just mechanical, or so I'm told. It's funny the things people tell without telling.
I'll recount my experience when I decided to drink a soda yesterday, it was Jones, as I recall. It was the first time I had drank a soda in a long time. 30 minutes later I felt the entire inside of my head fizzing and going "numb", I got up, stumbled into another room, collapsed. And in that moment, staring at the myriad fibers of carpet sprouting from the floor, I saw billions of luminescent, squiggly, fireflies, floating...worming, taking disordered zigzagged paths through my vision. Hundreds, thousands. Appearing from nowhere, some appearing to come into existence in thin air, some pulled themselves from the carpet. Bright, shiny blues and blacks, light... bright splotches where my sight was not, moving everywhere. Burrowing in my sight.
I got up, moved about, and they remained. They were a part of me. Where I went, so did they. They were there, then they were not. My head turned to garble and for some reason my mind began to have a panic-like response. I was freezing, my limbs felt cold, my body was flooding itself with adrenaline. Every object in my house became a possible omnipresent foe, something was hunting me, and I felt very much on guard because of it. Every object became a consciousness of its own, had a "soul" of its own. My heart rate was only around 100 bpm, but I felt an immense fatigue, and hungered desperately for oxygen. Then I began to see as I felt, I was seeing with my feelings, and not through the eyes. My hand became a foreign entity, and in my head the concept of bones became surreal and they chipped, channels bored in them, I felt like the structure of my hand was dissolving. That the bones were not there, they were constantly crumbling and rebuilding.
The room was a mess of grain and streaks of light. During my hyper-ventilating panic state, I began to ignore the omnipresent threat. Looking around objects would practically tear themselves apart and become re-arranged, radiating light. Buttons and text on my computer began to pull itself from the surface it was adhered to and float around my field of vision. All concept of gravity and spatial orientation lost. Whether real or simulated, it did not matter. Text began to pull itself from everywhere and re-arrange. Moving both in my mind and within my sight. Vision blurred in and out. Eventually my panic receded, my heart rate dropped. Perhaps this was a panic attack, perhaps it was a silent migraine. And I don't really care. I guess I've seen enough that I can derive some beauty from it.
While this was far from a regular occurrence, in fact it was a very strange one that has only happened one other time in my life. I'm not feeling very human, and I think I'm alright with that. Most of you will likely simply read this and think I'm a perpetual motion machine, with a little bit of insanity mixed in, at least that's what people's actions have begun to speak and say. And I'm alright with that. But I am telling this story for a reason. Everything you see, everything you read, everything you experience. Weigh it. Extrapolate it. Categorize it. Don't just SEE, actually THINK. I've come to a conclusion, again, recently, that the disconnect between generations lies in laziness and arrogance. Whether or not something is viscerally believed or not, does not matter. No, really, it doesn' ----ing matter. File it away. Weigh your own experiences against all possible pasts and possible futures. This is the sole reason people never learn from their parents, never learn from their grandparents, never learn from strangers they share a passing word with, or even others on this very forum. They become useless because they are discarded when they don't hold personal value. Or when nonsense sense can't be made sensible sense. Don't do that, stop doing that. File everything, everything. Or you'll just be another person making perpetual mistakes, and growing old and dying long, long, long, before you can ever use that experience for a single useful thing. And the next generation repeats the cycle.
And one last thing. The concept of boredom. I'm sick of seeing it here. Look at someone like me that is so utterly crippled by a simple action you take for granted, like drinking a soda. Like eating whatever you want. And you've never seen it. Eating just the wrong thing on just the wrong day and finding the external world a bright mess painful lights, full of overpowering scents. And I wouldn't want you to see it. I'm just saying, appreciate, what you have. And always push it to be something closer to what you feel is better at the time. When you're sitting around whining on the internet about being bored, shelf that self pity, and find something useful to do. No, not useful to society. Not useful to some transient, abstract "career", useful to yourself. Your own existence. Your own frame of reality. Something that feels good, something that feels right. You don't have much functional time in a lifespan, and sitting around whining that you "have nothing to do" is not the way to spend it. You've got one chance to do your best to get it all right. And there are some people that don't even have the usable time to sit around and feel bored, some people have to make every second count when they've got a mind to use.
Christ, I'm realizing I've seen some ---- in my life. You're all talking about soda casually, and all I can recall are the intense experiences I've had consuming even one of them. The inside of my head must be a mess...but I'm still human, right? ...Right. No, I'm just mechanical, or so I'm told. It's funny the things people tell without telling.
I'll recount my experience when I decided to drink a soda yesterday, it was Jones, as I recall. It was the first time I had drank a soda in a long time. 30 minutes later I felt the entire inside of my head fizzing and going "numb", I got up, stumbled into another room, collapsed. And in that moment, staring at the myriad fibers of carpet sprouting from the floor, I saw billions of luminescent, squiggly, fireflies, floating...worming, taking disordered zigzagged paths through my vision. Hundreds, thousands. Appearing from nowhere, some appearing to come into existence in thin air, some pulled themselves from the carpet. Bright, shiny blues and blacks, light... bright splotches where my sight was not, moving everywhere. Burrowing in my sight.
I got up, moved about, and they remained. They were a part of me. Where I went, so did they. They were there, then they were not. My head turned to garble and for some reason my mind began to have a panic-like response. I was freezing, my limbs felt cold, my body was flooding itself with adrenaline. Every object in my house became a possible omnipresent foe, something was hunting me, and I felt very much on guard because of it. Every object became a consciousness of its own, had a "soul" of its own. My heart rate was only around 100 bpm, but I felt an immense fatigue, and hungered desperately for oxygen. Then I began to see as I felt, I was seeing with my feelings, and not through the eyes. My hand became a foreign entity, and in my head the concept of bones became surreal and they chipped, channels bored in them, I felt like the structure of my hand was dissolving. That the bones were not there, they were constantly crumbling and rebuilding.
The room was a mess of grain and streaks of light. During my hyper-ventilating panic state, I began to ignore the omnipresent threat. Looking around objects would practically tear themselves apart and become re-arranged, radiating light. Buttons and text on my computer began to pull itself from the surface it was adhered to and float around my field of vision. All concept of gravity and spatial orientation lost. Whether real or simulated, it did not matter. Text began to pull itself from everywhere and re-arrange. Moving both in my mind and within my sight. Vision blurred in and out. Eventually my panic receded, my heart rate dropped. Perhaps this was a panic attack, perhaps it was a silent migraine. And I don't really care.
While this was far from a regular occurrence, in fact it was a very strange one that has only happened one other time in my life. I'm not feeling very human, and I think I'm alright with that. Most of you will likely simply read this and think I'm a perpetual motion machine, with a little bit of insanity mixed in, at least that's what people's actions have begun to speak and say. And I'm alright with that. But I am telling this story for a reason. Everything you see, everything you read, everything you experience. Weigh it. Extrapolate it. Categorize it. Don't just SEE, actually THINK. I've come to a conclusion, again, recently, that the disconnect between generations lies in laziness and arrogance. Whether or not something is viscerally believed or not, does not matter. No, really, it doesn' ----ing matter. File it away. Weigh your own experiences against all possible pasts and possible futures. This is the sole reason people never learn from their parents, never learn from their grandparents, never learn from strangers they share a passing word with, or even others on this very forum. They become useless because they are discarded when they don't hold personal value. Or when nonsense sense can't be made sensible sense. Don't do that, stop doing that. File everything, everything. Or you'll just be another person making perpetual mistakes, and growing old and dying long, long, long, before you can ever use that experience for a single useful thing. And the next generation repeats the cycle.
And one last thing. The concept of boredom. I'm sick of seeing it here. Look at someone like me that is so utterly crippled by a simple action you take for granted, like drinking a soda. Like eating whatever you want. And you've never seen it. Eating just the wrong thing on just the wrong day and finding the external world a bright mess painful lights, full of overpowering scents. And I wouldn't want you to see it. I'm just saying, appreciate, what you have. And always push it to be something closer to what you feel is better at the time. When you're sitting around whining on the internet about being bored, shelf that self pity, and find something useful to do. No, not useful to society. Not useful to some transient, abstract "career", useful to yourself. Your own existence. Your own frame of reality. Something that feels good, something that feels right. You don't have much functional time in a lifespan, and sitting around whining that you "have nothing to do" is not the way to spend it. You've got one chance to do your best to get it all right. And there are some people that don't even have the usable time to sit around and feel bored, some people have to make every second count when they've got a mind to use.
Don't just live. Think.
-Acetyl
WHY IN THE FROSTBITE DO YOU WROTE A ARTICLE ABOUT SODA LIKE A BART? *Throws table at you*
Edit :I'm just kidding - Your article looks serious and emotional. So I thought it's kinda wrong to mock it
You gotta love that refreshing irradiated liquid running down your throat.
I cant tell the @#$@# difference beteween em'
I Solve practical problems
Although I have never tasted Mountain Dew or Dr Pepper.
“Patience up to a point. Know your time, but work your wyrd always.”
Apple Soda? Why have I never heard of this before?
But my favorite has got to be good ol' Cheery Coke. Its just such a nice flavor.
Of those listed I probably like coke the most. Pepsi is gross and the rest are just meh.
Soda is any carbonated drink - for examples see the poll.
Solo.
I'll recount my experience when I decided to drink a soda yesterday, it was Jones, as I recall. It was the first time I had drank a soda in a long time. 30 minutes later I felt the entire inside of my head fizzing and going "numb", I got up, stumbled into another room, collapsed. And in that moment, staring at the myriad fibers of carpet sprouting from the floor, I saw billions of luminescent, squiggly, fireflies, floating...worming, taking disordered zigzagged paths through my vision. Hundreds, thousands. Appearing from nowhere, some appearing to come into existence in thin air, some pulled themselves from the carpet. Bright, shiny blues and blacks, light... bright splotches where my sight was not, moving everywhere. Burrowing in my sight.
I got up, moved about, and they remained. They were a part of me. Where I went, so did they. They were there, then they were not. My head turned to garble and for some reason my mind began to have a panic-like response. I was freezing, my limbs felt cold, my body was flooding itself with adrenaline. Every object in my house became a possible omnipresent foe, something was hunting me, and I felt very much on guard because of it. Every object became a consciousness of its own, had a "soul" of its own. My heart rate was only around 100 bpm, but I felt an immense fatigue, and hungered desperately for oxygen. Then I began to see as I felt, I was seeing with my feelings, and not through the eyes. My hand became a foreign entity, and in my head the concept of bones became surreal and they chipped, channels bored in them, I felt like the structure of my hand was dissolving. That the bones were not there, they were constantly crumbling and rebuilding.
The room was a mess of grain and streaks of light. During my hyper-ventilating panic state, I began to ignore the omnipresent threat. Looking around objects would practically tear themselves apart and become re-arranged, radiating light. Buttons and text on my computer began to pull itself from the surface it was adhered to and float around my field of vision. All concept of gravity and spatial orientation lost. Whether real or simulated, it did not matter. Text began to pull itself from everywhere and re-arrange. Moving both in my mind and within my sight. Vision blurred in and out. Eventually my panic receded, my heart rate dropped. Perhaps this was a panic attack, perhaps it was a silent migraine. And I don't really care. I guess I've seen enough that I can derive some beauty from it.
While this was far from a regular occurrence, in fact it was a very strange one that has only happened one other time in my life. I'm not feeling very human, and I think I'm alright with that. Most of you will likely simply read this and think I'm a perpetual motion machine, with a little bit of insanity mixed in, at least that's what people's actions have begun to speak and say. And I'm alright with that. But I am telling this story for a reason. Everything you see, everything you read, everything you experience. Weigh it. Extrapolate it. Categorize it. Don't just SEE, actually THINK. I've come to a conclusion, again, recently, that the disconnect between generations lies in laziness and arrogance. Whether or not something is viscerally believed or not, does not matter. No, really, it doesn' ----ing matter. File it away. Weigh your own experiences against all possible pasts and possible futures. This is the sole reason people never learn from their parents, never learn from their grandparents, never learn from strangers they share a passing word with, or even others on this very forum. They become useless because they are discarded when they don't hold personal value. Or when nonsense sense can't be made sensible sense. Don't do that, stop doing that. File everything, everything. Or you'll just be another person making perpetual mistakes, and growing old and dying long, long, long, before you can ever use that experience for a single useful thing. And the next generation repeats the cycle.
And one last thing. The concept of boredom. I'm sick of seeing it here. Look at someone like me that is so utterly crippled by a simple action you take for granted, like drinking a soda. Like eating whatever you want. And you've never seen it. Eating just the wrong thing on just the wrong day and finding the external world a bright mess painful lights, full of overpowering scents. And I wouldn't want you to see it. I'm just saying, appreciate, what you have. And always push it to be something closer to what you feel is better at the time. When you're sitting around whining on the internet about being bored, shelf that self pity, and find something useful to do. No, not useful to society. Not useful to some transient, abstract "career", useful to yourself. Your own existence. Your own frame of reality. Something that feels good, something that feels right. You don't have much functional time in a lifespan, and sitting around whining that you "have nothing to do" is not the way to spend it. You've got one chance to do your best to get it all right. And there are some people that don't even have the usable time to sit around and feel bored, some people have to make every second count when they've got a mind to use.
Don't just live. Think.
-Acetyl
WHY IN THE FROSTBITE DO YOU WROTE A ARTICLE ABOUT SODA LIKE A BART? *Throws table at you*
Edit :I'm just kidding - Your article looks serious and emotional. So I thought it's kinda wrong to mock it
Aren't you clever.
They've found something ma'am, something beneath the storm.