Omega just doodled before trying to make a webcomic. For all the world to see.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Alpha Isn't Quite Down, Yet
Omega has been bothering me for a while to post. Well, aside from a failed hard drive and academic probation, I've been lazy. Well, school is starting in a few days for me and I couldn't be more excited. I have an interesting class load and I'm almost done with my first bachelor's.
I'd like to not make this post a reply to Omega's last post (with the exception of noting that I'm 21 years old and I prefer if my anus remains untouched, thank you). Instead, I'd like to talk about douchebag roommates and life in general. Well, one of my roommates decided he wanted to move out. That's all fine and dandy; I mean, we kind of had a falling out at the end of the semester anyway. But the way he handled it was unprofessional. The reason why I say this was because while I was hustling to find a replacement, he decided to try and force me out of the club I started. Here's the full story:
Housing:
We agree at the beginning that he finds a replacement if he wants to move out.
He says he wants to move out during finals week.
He doesn't want to move out until after the semester begins.
If he moves out even one day before February 1st, he wants all of January's rent back.
He refuses to have his rent prorated in the event that I find a replacement to move in before the end of January.
He fails to communicate anything to me (when he plans on moving out, etc). I had to find this out last minute, on my own.
Club:
As Vice-President, he demands I do things his way.
As a representative of the executive board discussing club issues, he refuses to be professional in anything he says or does, even after repeated requests from me, the President and Founder, to be professional.
He claims I'll run the club into the ground if I don't change immediately.
He threatens to quit if I don't change.
In the past, I've given him opportunities to run the club, and both times have failed.
Now, I bring this up not only to vent, but also ask: What the fuck? Given, I have a bias in this because I'm on the receiving end of this, but I've been raised to be an adult at all times and be professional. We're in college and we're getting in hang of how life can be, I get that. But if this is the type of people we're pumping out of our universities, our future is fucked.
Is it just me or do I honestly believe that if there were more Alphas and Omegas in the world, things would run a little more smoothly. Instead, we're going to have dickwads like stated above attempt to run things. The art of negotiation has been thrown out like a prom night baby. Professionalism has been spit upon like a homeless man. We need to revives these entities and establish a future worth trying in. If the "real world" is anything like people like previously stated, I shouldn't have even gone to college. I shouldn't have even tried to graduate high school.
On a lighter note, I've been watching "Jersey Shore". That show is a train wreck. I shouldn't stare, but I can't look away.
Also, I'm attempting a webcomic, as well. I haven't decided if it'll be continuous or single strip. Maybe a little of both.
"If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little."
-George Carlin
I'd like to not make this post a reply to Omega's last post (with the exception of noting that I'm 21 years old and I prefer if my anus remains untouched, thank you). Instead, I'd like to talk about douchebag roommates and life in general. Well, one of my roommates decided he wanted to move out. That's all fine and dandy; I mean, we kind of had a falling out at the end of the semester anyway. But the way he handled it was unprofessional. The reason why I say this was because while I was hustling to find a replacement, he decided to try and force me out of the club I started. Here's the full story:
Housing:
We agree at the beginning that he finds a replacement if he wants to move out.
He says he wants to move out during finals week.
He doesn't want to move out until after the semester begins.
If he moves out even one day before February 1st, he wants all of January's rent back.
He refuses to have his rent prorated in the event that I find a replacement to move in before the end of January.
He fails to communicate anything to me (when he plans on moving out, etc). I had to find this out last minute, on my own.
Club:
As Vice-President, he demands I do things his way.
As a representative of the executive board discussing club issues, he refuses to be professional in anything he says or does, even after repeated requests from me, the President and Founder, to be professional.
He claims I'll run the club into the ground if I don't change immediately.
He threatens to quit if I don't change.
In the past, I've given him opportunities to run the club, and both times have failed.
Now, I bring this up not only to vent, but also ask: What the fuck? Given, I have a bias in this because I'm on the receiving end of this, but I've been raised to be an adult at all times and be professional. We're in college and we're getting in hang of how life can be, I get that. But if this is the type of people we're pumping out of our universities, our future is fucked.
Is it just me or do I honestly believe that if there were more Alphas and Omegas in the world, things would run a little more smoothly. Instead, we're going to have dickwads like stated above attempt to run things. The art of negotiation has been thrown out like a prom night baby. Professionalism has been spit upon like a homeless man. We need to revives these entities and establish a future worth trying in. If the "real world" is anything like people like previously stated, I shouldn't have even gone to college. I shouldn't have even tried to graduate high school.
On a lighter note, I've been watching "Jersey Shore". That show is a train wreck. I shouldn't stare, but I can't look away.
Also, I'm attempting a webcomic, as well. I haven't decided if it'll be continuous or single strip. Maybe a little of both.
"If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little."
-George Carlin
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Alpha is Down. Omega Has Risen.
I've discussed with a good friend of mine this late night all the in's and out's of these sexual escapades we call our late-teen to college years. I'm definitely an "outlier" by many standards, but I think theres a lot about sex that people aren't discussing.
To get a quick summary, you shouldn't do anything you want to do sexually. You should be calm, communicate openly, and have the sex you want to have without forcing anyone else to do anything they don't want to do. This is a fantastic general rule that does a moderately good job of getting the point of what sex is across.
The other big point is to Be relaxed and do what you want. To a lesser degree I think, the message is indeed "Keep an open mind" and quieter still is the "Don't knock it till you've tried it" banner-wavers. But I, Omega, am not satisfied with any of that advice wholesale nor piecemeal; and have decided to add my own two cents into the fray.
I pose the following to the reader: Have you ever watched weird porn for the sake of weird porn? I don't mean something bland like "Pirates" or as off the deep end as "Two Girls, One Cup." (Apologies to those that find either of those erotic and kudos to those who find both erotic) I mean, how many times are you "curious" enough to try to not only watch but ENJOY the porn? (Enjoy See: Masturbate to)
This is personal experience, and that doesnt account for much, but save for two very particular sexual deviations, most of what i enjoy that strays off the beaten path has come about from sexual exploration. Yes, hours upon hours of watching porn. Most of that time trying to find the eroticism that other people see in it.
Whats the fun in "trying something" just so you end up not liking it? From my experience, lots of people "try new things (sexually)" much in the way that Post Civil War south tried out life without slavery. They feel compelled to say they're trying, but you totally know they'd go back to familiar territory if given the chance.
My advice is: try to enjoy more stuff sexually. Stick stuff up your butt, touch yourself to strange naughty exciting things. Sock fetish? for sure. Pierced nipples on guys? why not? midget porn? You sick fuck. enjoy. If you're older than 19 and you haven't had each of your orifices sexually explored, you're lazy. I'm constantly surprised by how many people leave themselves unmolested.
It's 5:30 am. I really need to get out of this habit. I'm watching VH1, my rant will turn away from sexuality towards my hatred for Owl City. Indeed the spring from which my hatred flows is located down in the Everdeep. The pressure and dimensions my hatred may shift into are unpredictable yet also unmistakable. The lyrics of Owl City are almost satirical. He synthesizes far too much for my liking, but the song fireflies is honestly more parody than song. "Its hard to say I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep because my dreams are literally bursting at the seams"? It's mundane. Especially when things like Pandora and other music providers list it as in league with Postal Service or Bloc Party or Imogen Heap. Fuck my life. It's childish by comparison.
In other news. When i get back into the swing of things, I'll be trying my hand at a Webcomic. Yes it will suck, but maybe it can kickstart this site back into generating some traffic. Also, the attempt at a back and forth Post structure for this Blog is henceforth abolished. I, Omega, will post unabashed from now on whether Alpha keeps up or not.
(Honestly, he's probably just forgotten.)
"It wasn't until I started reading and found books they wouldn't let us read in school that I discovered you could be insane and happy and have a good life without being like everybody else."
— John Waters
To get a quick summary, you shouldn't do anything you want to do sexually. You should be calm, communicate openly, and have the sex you want to have without forcing anyone else to do anything they don't want to do. This is a fantastic general rule that does a moderately good job of getting the point of what sex is across.
The other big point is to Be relaxed and do what you want. To a lesser degree I think, the message is indeed "Keep an open mind" and quieter still is the "Don't knock it till you've tried it" banner-wavers. But I, Omega, am not satisfied with any of that advice wholesale nor piecemeal; and have decided to add my own two cents into the fray.
I pose the following to the reader: Have you ever watched weird porn for the sake of weird porn? I don't mean something bland like "Pirates" or as off the deep end as "Two Girls, One Cup." (Apologies to those that find either of those erotic and kudos to those who find both erotic) I mean, how many times are you "curious" enough to try to not only watch but ENJOY the porn? (Enjoy See: Masturbate to)
This is personal experience, and that doesnt account for much, but save for two very particular sexual deviations, most of what i enjoy that strays off the beaten path has come about from sexual exploration. Yes, hours upon hours of watching porn. Most of that time trying to find the eroticism that other people see in it.
Whats the fun in "trying something" just so you end up not liking it? From my experience, lots of people "try new things (sexually)" much in the way that Post Civil War south tried out life without slavery. They feel compelled to say they're trying, but you totally know they'd go back to familiar territory if given the chance.
My advice is: try to enjoy more stuff sexually. Stick stuff up your butt, touch yourself to strange naughty exciting things. Sock fetish? for sure. Pierced nipples on guys? why not? midget porn? You sick fuck. enjoy. If you're older than 19 and you haven't had each of your orifices sexually explored, you're lazy. I'm constantly surprised by how many people leave themselves unmolested.
It's 5:30 am. I really need to get out of this habit. I'm watching VH1, my rant will turn away from sexuality towards my hatred for Owl City. Indeed the spring from which my hatred flows is located down in the Everdeep. The pressure and dimensions my hatred may shift into are unpredictable yet also unmistakable. The lyrics of Owl City are almost satirical. He synthesizes far too much for my liking, but the song fireflies is honestly more parody than song. "Its hard to say I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep because my dreams are literally bursting at the seams"? It's mundane. Especially when things like Pandora and other music providers list it as in league with Postal Service or Bloc Party or Imogen Heap. Fuck my life. It's childish by comparison.
In other news. When i get back into the swing of things, I'll be trying my hand at a Webcomic. Yes it will suck, but maybe it can kickstart this site back into generating some traffic. Also, the attempt at a back and forth Post structure for this Blog is henceforth abolished. I, Omega, will post unabashed from now on whether Alpha keeps up or not.
(Honestly, he's probably just forgotten.)
"It wasn't until I started reading and found books they wouldn't let us read in school that I discovered you could be insane and happy and have a good life without being like everybody else."
— John Waters
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