Ares Rising: Omega Returns

So here we are. Omega gets his vacation finally. Well, sort of vacation. I'm constantly surprised when I speak with people about the faith they have in society. People in my opinion are far too limited to trusting their own personal experience. "Because I've never witnessed crime happening nor have I ever had my personal life endangered, the law must therefore be working, and criminal behavior is for the most part thwarted."

It's total bullshit. You should rest assured, if there appears to be no criminal behavior in your area of experience, its more likely true that the criminals among you are good enough that they've never been caught.

In other news, I am incredibly pleased to be spending time with a wonderful girl. She's like-minded in certain ideas, but came to those conclusions using a completely different logic and its incredibly refreshing. I'm smitten. And thus a grand experiment is about to unfold. Until recently, I had been tweaking my body image to be thinner than my natural average. However, now that I am in "impress female" mode, we'll see what I can do.

Current Height: 5'11 Weight: 140lbs. (this is coming down from my last summer high of 162lbs, when I had been swimming and running regularly.)

My goal is to get up to 150 about, and I have until April 2nd to do it. Fighting fit as they say, and I'll tell you if this modification pleases the women-folk. Besides that, if I hit my target weight, I'll post my exercise regimen, because 10 lbs in 7 days will be an impressive feat for someone of my body shape.

Omega Out. And in. and out. and in again, and out again.

"If the thought of something makes you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume that you are not allowed to do it." -Something my mother told me. (It was in Church, guess what I decided to believe.)

Alpha in late; bouncing back

Omega is making me write shit down for this post. I’m in class and I would like to pay attention, but noooo.

(8:58:18 AM) Omega: write in that FUCKING blog
(8:58:30 AM) Alpha: Hey
(8:58:32 AM) Alpha: Fuck you
(8:58:34 AM) Alpha: How about that?
(8:58:36 AM) Alpha: You like that?
(8:58:40 AM) Alpha: Here, have another
(8:58:41 AM) Omega: no fuck you
(8:58:41 AM) Alpha: Fuck you
(8:58:49 AM) Omega: lazy fuck
(8:59:11 AM) Omega: Im gonna post as you, and tell the people the truth about alpha, "I'm a lazy fucking cocksucker"
(8:59:33 AM) Omega: hows that gonna feel?
(8:59:45 AM) Alpha: Is that really what our blog is going to become?

So here I am. I’m going to write about what I think of Omega’s last post. Fuck retarded women. My ex-girlfriend fucked me up badly. She turned me from an idealist, helpless romantic to a realistic douche bag. Finally, when she more or less forced me to get rid of her, I attempted to be single for a while. I worked on my school work. I worked on my extracurricular activities. I enjoyed life. But as I became lonely, I attempted to court women. Here came a big problem. I bend over backwards for women. When I like a woman, I will do what I can for them. But this is the problem. Women are idiots. They don’t realize it. They find a nice guy that is better than the others, but they will never date them. This pushes us away. I hate being taken advantage of, and women seem to love to do it.

I was nice to this one girl whom I liked for a while, but she ended up not being able to drop the douche bag she was with. Here’s the kicker: she knows I’m better than he is. She knows this. She even said she would drop him, but never did it. But she keeps me around to do her favors. Fucked up? I think so.

Another example is this one girl who no longer talks to me. I was cordial with her. I liked her. I tried to date her, but she never put down those insecurities that prevented it. I talked with her about these insecurities, and she now no longer talks to me. Do I know exactly why she stopped talking to me? Nope. She just started to ignore me. She’s supposed to be more mature than me. What the Hell is this shit?

So I had an experiment going a bit ago. I was a complete asshole to her. She still called back for more. The problem is, I never made a move. She’s a whore anyway, so I’m glad I never did. But it turns out, if I’m an asshole, I tend to get a female’s attention more so than if I’m a good guy.

Ask any woman what type of guy they are looking for. They will tell you that they want a nice guy. I’ve done this before. Then I looked them in the eyes and say “I’m a nice guy, would you like to watch a movie with me?”. Their answer: You’re a great guy, Alpha, but you’re too much of a friend.

Luckily, I played all of my cards right in my final attempt of getting a girlfriend. She’s an awesome girlfriend, so please don’t think I’m bitter. I’m writing this to let all of you female readers to know:

Fuck that “we’re just friends” bullshit, go for the gold

Ignore those douche bags. If you’re tired of being treated like shit, then go for the nice guys

Do you see that nerd? Go for him. You’d be surprised at how happy you may be.

Don’t encourage those douchebags. Just…just don’t do it.

Oh, and one last thing: Fuck that ladder theory.

Omega - Tip of the Sword

It's 1:11am right now, I have a habit of checking the clock and seeing odd times. I know that totally anecdotal evidence, but whatever.  I just had a cathardic experience telling off a female that has been a thorn in my side recently. Sure, I made her into this archtypal girl that pisses me off.

Brand New: I believe you but my Tommy Gun Don't

Summerizes most of what I'm thinking right now. If you're a girl reading this: 

I am the Omega. I'm not going to lie to you and promise you the security society makes you think you want. I respect women enough that they aren't my kids and I won't lie for your comfort unless you make me.  Do whatever you want with me so long as you're honest with yourself.  I'm intelligent, funny, clever, caring, affectionate, passionate, athletic, creative, useful, and in love with life.  I'm also insecure in a very peculiar way, analytical, intimidating, forgetful, speak frankly, and will often find solutions instead of be empathetic unless you tell me.

Girls are ridiculous. They'll fuck over the nice guy who's there for them, and cheat on them.  They'll enjoy their time with a guy instead of their boyfriends, but deny HIM because "they already have a boyfriend".  So get myself a single girl? Or deny myself of a girl I like because she has a boyfriend? 

Fuck that. Omega Out. I'll post more later.

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't" - Greek Dilemma

Family values

(4:52:39 PM) Alpha: Hey hey
(4:53:33 PM) Alpha: So
(4:53:59 PM) Alpha: I was told to go pick up my little brother in Saratoga from my mom and sister
(4:54:01 PM) Alpha: So I did
(4:54:26 PM) Alpha: What they didn't tell me was that I was supposed to go to Redwood City to go pick up my mother's van from the mechanic's
(4:54:55 PM) Alpha: So I get home and my little brother asked what we were doing there
(4:55:09 PM) Alpha: Then he told me that we were supposed to go pick up the van
(4:55:24 PM) Alpha: Long story short, I get to hang out however long I want
(4:55:29 PM) Alpha: Because my family sucks

That is a short snippet of a conversation between Omega and me. Well, this post will be on family values.

First, I'd like to talk about this conversation. Although it may seem from this snippet that I hate my family, it is quite the opposite. I love my family. Of course they drive me crazy, but everybody's family drives them crazy. I have driven 2-3 hours just because my mother had a doctor's appointment. I skipped class and work because of it. If my sister needed a ride, I would go out of my way to either provide it myself, or call in a favor from a friend. Family comes first. I can't understand how people can push their family away instantly. Sure, I want to be free from my family, but I can't bring myself to do that. Damn this cultural connection.

Second, I was having a conversation with my girlfriend last night about family. We both come from divorced families. Whereas she has a slightly different story from mine, we have similarities nonetheless. This is at least some ground where we stand together. More to the point, she was arguing with her parents last night. Obviously the best solution to this is to lie to them and make them think they won. Well, that seems to counteract what my story was in the first paragraph. Sometimes, people need to be lied to. I lie to my mother all of the time. Sometimes for my protection, sometimes for hers. If I told my mother I smoked, she'd die. Well, she'd actually die. She's pretty much already dead as it is.

Third, I would like to point out that I am a sucker to culture. I can't explain it, but I feel obligated to follow my culture. Omega and I have had arguments over this on several occasions. I think the best way to understand it is if you read about why Belgium stood up to Germany at the start of World War I.

I'm tired and I'm trying to learn. With that, I'm going to leave you with a quote. Peace.

“There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues, the most dominating virtues of human society, are created, strengthened and maintained.” - Winston Churchill

(On a side note about the fall of society. I tried to Google "Quotes on Family" and Family Guy Quotes kept popping up. This is why I hate people.)

Omega March 5th

That last conversation took place in my Economics Course, it's not actually an economics course though, because its under the auspice of the International Relations Department. So its basically Political kids who use fancy economic words to try and prove why their ideology is justified.   People forget the first rule of economics, that resources are infinitismally scarce. 

There will be poverty and hunger and war because of the former two. Socialism and its cousins have never, and will never give a better life to everyone. There just isn't enough stuff. And if we gave everyone the exact same amount of resources somehow magically, we'd STILL end up forfeiting parts of their resources away to someone who talked fast, promised big, or just muscled you out of your posessions because thats just how it happens. 

I overheard a very interesting synopsis to a book: It was an alternate historical recount of what would happen if it was the Mayan/Incan Empire who discovered Western Europe about 100 years earlier than columbus.  It had this interesting, reverse conquest plot that they sort of talked about, but I think its total crap. The Ican explorers in Europe would have died outright. The same diseases were still there, and the plague would have made them suffer to death on foriegn soil. 

Animal husbandry wasn't a quirk, it was an immonological advantage. So were dogs and Horses for the conquest of the New World.  What I never understood was why the Chinese never did it first. I guess war always supercedes exploration, which is kind of a mirror to current times.  Instead of pushing forward with the best that Human ability has to offer such as space exploration and the sciences, we worry about feeding the useless and waging war with the stupid. Let's try something new and just hope that we can thrust a branch of people away from the muck and the mire.

I want a permanent space colony. REALLY bad. If I spend the rest of my life lobbying for it to happen, it would be a fulfilled life.   But I need money first.

"Non est ad astra mollis e terris via." 'Hercules Furens.' (Translated: "There is no easy way to the stars from earth")

Another AIM conversation

(12:31:32 PM) Omega: Im listening to people complain about how ford makes people poor
(12:31:48 PM) Omega: especially in brasil
(12:32:03 PM) Alpha: Haha
(12:32:06 PM) Alpha: Brazil?
(12:32:10 PM) Omega: lol yes
(12:32:18 PM) Alpha: Spell it right, fucking Mexican
(12:32:54 PM) Omega: Fuck your shit you dirty arab
(12:32:59 PM) Alpha: Ayrab?
(12:33:18 PM) Omega: no, not an ayraian arab. You're a A-RAB. Sand Monkey
(12:33:40 PM) Alpha: It's amazing how many of our conversations quickly get degraded into racial and ethnic slurs
(12:33:47 PM) Alpha: Beaner
(12:33:54 PM) Omega: Terrorist

Personal versus Business

Well, it turns out people can't separate personal lives and business lives.

Imagine this scenario:

You complain about somebody at work about how they do a bad job, that person will look at you like you're a bad person. They will even treat you horribly. The thing is, you never made mention of his/her personal life. You were judging them based on their job performance.

What does this have to tell you about people? This is why I hate them. I am 20 years old. I am a student. How is it that I am more mature than others my age? How is it that I am more mature than others older than me? I realize this is a depressing post, but your opinion, like mine, doesn't really matter.

It's about time...

...we brought you an AIM conversation:

(1:21:02 AM) Alpha: That's why my penis's name is "The Diplomat"
(1:21:12 AM) Alpha: It makes or breaks treaties
(1:21:21 AM) Omega: lol *name omitted* named mine "The Peacebringer"
(1:21:32 AM) Omega: and my testicles were teddy and franklin
(1:21:49 AM) Alpha: An imperialist and socialist, respectively?

Omega Helped find a way.

I like the idea alpha played on. What does it take to be a good person? Seems like the meterstick is within all our grasp,  just so long as we're clear as to the objectives.   For those of you who've read Siddhartha, was anyone else impressed that the guy who wrote it was German, even though the entire novel supposedly took place in India? Some would say his novel made him a good person because it touched the lives of thousands.  I'm inclined to agree with that, but lets also suppose for those who haven't read it. Is Hermann Hesse any better or worse to those who couldn't find his book in a library without it falling on their head? Having a net positive inclination to anyone who knows of you tends to mean good person. But the thought of someone living their lives striving to get the approval of others seems ludicrous. Yes, there are the few that genuinely live to recieve the gratitude and bask in the warmth of happy feelings by their actions. To those strangers who can easily lead "good lives," all I say is that you haven't felt the rush of mixed emotions attacking ones brain like an affront on knowledge by doing something terrible. 

I don't know what or how greatness is made, as I mentioned earlier. Maybe my aristocratic theory is right, or maybe I'm pompous; but the fact is the vast majority of people should try to be "Good." However, there is a small percentage that are capable of great and terrible things, to which I suggest to make the attempt. Be the savior of humanity, or tear all civilization down around you. Just change the story somehow to add your own footnote to history.

I would like to give people the credit of thinking that they also grapple with this decision: whether to be good and safe and quiet through time, or to burn your image down onto the page of humanity's story. By the way I write this, you can clearly see which titillates me more.

Because I kind of believe in different dimensions, (at least, believe it enough to allow it to suit my purposes right now) I'd now like to introduce a segment called "What Omega could otherwise be doing" Where I predict what my dopplegangers in other dimensions are doing right now to the best of my knowledge.

(If anyone ever saw Conan O'Brian do his "In the year 2000" skits, this is the perfect time to prelude the story with that choir voiced line)

In another dimension, I've finally completed the extensive selective breeding project I'd supposedly been working on for a Worlds Fair entry that would be in New Orleans.  In a room that had walls lined around with cages, I would seem to have successfully created a giant racoon. No one would know the virus I'd be working on in the back room... The  pituitary hyper stimulis Virus would attack the endocrine system of mammals to induce chaotically high levels of testosterone and adrenaline. For those of you who don't see where this is already going:

Super Villain Omega would be creating Giant Rodents adept at living in Urban Enviroments and infecting them with an Infectious agent that causes rage, unnatural strength and hyperactivity.

I'd make sure to make 200, releasing 50 at a time in staggered patterns to be able to react to any attempts at eradication. 50 in a City, 50 in the sewers, 50 in to forests, and 50 to continue breeding them for as long as I can. Racoons are very intelligent, are able to work in groups, tend to their young, are territorial, and already not afraid of people. That, coupled with the abilities to infect people; and I'd have my very own Racoon army. (Targetting the pituitary gland would hopefully stimulate most all of the animal's hormonal actions, they'd be sure to reproduce faster than their blind rage would kill them.) 

That's All for now.

"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!" and I'll look down and whisper 'no'" - Rorschach (The Watchmen)

( .....SQUEEEE I can't belive its almost out!!)

Alpha 2 - The Adventure Continues

I thrive for intelligent conversation.

I had a nice conversation with my girlfriend last night. I told her I wanted to get to know who she was. Well, it turns out she doesn't even know. This lead to her crying. We sat and conversed about what makes a person a person. I gave her my breakdown of who she is. Apparently, I was almost completely correct. This conversation turned to what really constitutes a person.

There is a difference between what makes a good person, what makes a good friend, and what makes a good boyfriend. I am a good friend and a great boyfriend. Does this make me a good person? Not at all. I'm a horrible person. I cheat. I lie. I steal. I manipulate. And for what? Mostly self gain. I mean, sometimes I do it to be a better friend. I screw over strangers or people I'm not close to so I can make a better life for those I care about.

But let's focus on manipulation. I manipulate people not just for gain, but for shits and giggles. I kid you not; I do it for fun. I like seeing how far I can go before they catch on to my game. Sometimes they never do. But how bad of a person am I? I will help a stranger. I will take charge in an emergency and try to save people's lives. I will put myself on the line for a good cause. But at the same time, I like to see what I have to gain from it. If there's one thing I hate, it's wasting my time and effort.

What people need to do is be able to differentiate between what makes a good person and a good friend. If you want, there's always the third factor of being a good significant other. But for the sake of an easy argument, I will leave that factor out. When you read this, ask yourself: Have I been judging people based on one factor? Or have I been able to divide situations and judge a person based on who they are in those situations?

Just remember, whenever somebody says that they don't judge, they're a liar. Everybody judges one way or another. It's one thing to lie to me, but it's another thing to lie to yourself.

I understand this post was half-assed, but Neurobiology calls.

"Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread." - Richard Wright

Omega 2 : 1:30 am.

With dripping black wings which flap in a bright spark of embers, I shall hover over the loved ones of my enemies with a vorpal sword of retribution in my hand, striking down the swine with the innocent as the sky cries blood.

Today was a very important birthday. It prompted a conversation about aristocracy. Maybe it's because I'm a law kid, but quite honestly, I'm of the opinion that our best and brightest are too often sacrificed by the whim of the mob.  We see it in school's all too often: Teachers spend time trying to make the trouble maker's calm down while they don't give guidance and attention to the kids with talent and pay attention on their own.  

I should make it known,  as far as I know right now, I consider myself a moderate. People should be allowed to do as they please, in every way, but only so that they can be judged and seen for what their work and lives really amount to.  I have met people who can not be saved, and I'm not saying people won't change, or surprise me, but I can't do anything to save some people.  History is strewn with examples of when its right to push resources into a person/situation/area, and when to stay your hand and guide it elsewhere.  

I think there are a surprising number of people that are disillusioned with the half-hearted American dream discussed throughout the country. Personally, I feel it went something like, "Yes, pursue your own happiness, but make sure you help anyone who isn't happy first, or else you're kind of a bad person for being selfish."  Whereas, I'd imagine in more conservative areas it could change to, "Pursue the right kind of happiness, because certain things won't actually make you happy, because we know better than you about the matter."

Here's what I propose: Let's have a new Age of Heroes, yes we look up to Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, but they are not famous nor flamboyant.  But most assuredly, people are far more interested in the lives of pop culture celebrities than people who actually make the world turn.   The argument could be made, that the people that "really matter" make sure to make themselves invisible; but doesn't that just mean we should try that much harder to see what they're doing and how they do it?

Fun Fact: Brittney Spears is worth 110 - 120 million dollars.  (Portfolio.com)

Whereas,  Larry Page, is worth upwards of 16.6 Billion dollars. (He cofounded Google)

And thats just my point. How many people have not even heard of the name Larry Page? What if he is a total nutcase and just building a deathray? Who digs through HIS trash to see what he's thinking? Maybe he's coming up with some new super invention. Besides that negative, Isn't it far more interesting to look up to a self made billionaire straight out of university by reinventing the search engine? (Remember Excite.com? yeah, neither to I.)  

Larry Page is an Aristocrat. He's steered arguably the most influencial company in the world, and done so largely without cheating, instead by constantly offering a FREE, better product than anyone else.   Britney Spears is a singer that, for her talents and shortcomings, is quite honestly more of a fluke than any assessment of talent or merit. (Celebrity Fame is fickle and stochastic to put it generously.)

But I'm just Omega, I feel I haven't hit my sweet spot in life to achieve my potential. I'm definitely trying to keep myself ready, and hoping I have some idea where or what It's going to be.  It's nerve racking because the people I consider to be heroes, like Larry Page, don't often discuss what happend or how it felt, if it even felt like anything or if its just dawned on them one day that they made something great. 

More to come later.

"Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another. " - Ernest Hemingway

This is Alpha reporting in

So here I am, in my "Causes of International Conflict" class. Basically, this is the study of warfare. In all honesty, it is the class that I look forward to the most. My professor is an under appreciated, sarcastic elitist that I have grown to appreciate. I don't do any of the reading for this class. Chances are, I'll get either a B or a B+. Why? Because the grading scale at this university horrifically misrepresents what a student truly knows. As Omega stated in his last post, formal education is an over inflated idea. He's got a point.

I have my Neurobiology class in about two and a half hours. This is a class in which I really need to study. My political science classes are a joke. I don't do half of the work I normally would for my science classes, yet I will get a better grade in my political science classes. But that's beside the point. I have a fairly busy day today. I have a meeting with a potential writer for my comedy newspaper. I also get to bring my girlfriend to get boba tea and so I can run errands. When I get home tonight, I need to clean my room and go to work. Tomorrow, I deal with the same shit, but different classes. I have to go to meetings. I have to deal with people with whom I don't want. But in the end, it's worth it. I don't get the respect that I deserve and I don't get the attention that I want, but I get to have sex with my girlfriend. And in the end, isn't that what we all want?

“Much of our highly valued cultural heritage has been acquired at the cost of sexuality”

- Sigmund Freud

Omega 1: 2 A.M.

When I go to dark, painful places, I topple the ruler there and set the bleeding crown of ebony upon my brow.

It's technically Monday morning, and in 7 hours I have to be in a class of intellectual dwarves.  But less than 4 lines written and I'm already ahead of myself.  My outlook on education is beginning to get rather bleak. We spend thousands of dollars to hope to become middle-class employees.  My entrepreneurial spirit just hates the idea.  Don't get me wrong, I love enriching myself with skills and information; but formal education is a bleak representation of that personal sparkle in my otherwise tarnished character.  Truth be told, I think if I could go back over right now, I'd of just taken the money and went adventuring or better yet traveling.  My diploma will say what it has to say, but if anyone would just talk to me, they'd know I was qualified to have it back when I was 18.  But that's neither here nor there, I'm learning more in a system schematics of life sort of way; and on that I'm keeping clear notes.

Alpha and I discussed a very interesting hypothesis about relationships. Seeing as how we differ so fundamentally on what we're even supposed to be doing with the opposite sex, the fact that we constantly get somewhere in our conversations astounds me. First and foremost, I believe I am, and most people have potential to be polyamorous.  Getting down to the good stuff; I believe sex is this valuable thing that consenting adults should want to create for themselves if they feel inclined.  Other social entanglements, obligations, norms, or other forms of restraint or denial be damned.  As you might have already guessed, I constantly analyze relationships, and with the help of Alpha, better understand what I'm actually thinking to myself.

So hopefully this turns out to be an even assortment of posts. If its more than that in time, even better.   I went to Wondercon, and was impressed with the range and variation of art and possibilities to send messages through comics, which has always been a dream of mine, so maybe it could even be that.

I read Least I Could Do a lot, and love that he ends his posts with a Quote, so I'll dedicate my first quote to Ryan Sohmer.

"So that's when I bought the horse a prostitute" - Rayne Summers