Supposing A Smokers’ Symposium

A quick post for you tonight, Dear Reader…

*I know, I’m working on it, Clicky…*

On Monday evening, I spent a pleasant couple of hours in Blue Frank’s Smoky-Drinky, talking to chums I’d only ever written to before.

On Tuesday afternoon I was unexpectedly asked what ‘symposium’ is by a girl in the office – her boss had been invited to one and didn’t know what it entailed, so I told her… and then I decided to look it up…

symposium (n.) 1580s, “account of a gathering or party,” from Latin symposium “drinking party, symposium,” from Greek symposion “drinking party, convivial gathering of the educated” (related to sympotes “drinking companion”), from assimilated form of syn- “together” (see syn-) + posis “a drinking,” from a stem of Aeolic ponen “to drink,” from PIE root *po(i)- “to drink.”

The symposium usually followed a dinner, for the Greeks did not drink at meals. Its enjoyment was heightened by intellectual or agreeable conversation, by the introduction of music or dancers, and by other amusements. [Century Dictionary]

The sense of “a meeting on some subject” is from 1784. Reflecting the Greek fondness for mixing wine and intellectual discussion, the modern sense is especially from the word being used as a title for one of Plato’s dialogues. Greek plural is symposia, and the leader of one is a symposiarch (c. 1600 in English). Related: Symposiac (adj.); symposial


I also met Red Frank’s brother yesterday afternoon. We work in the Tower on different floors, and until now our paths had not crossed, but were thrown together for a meeting. I took the minutes and then gave him a signed copy of The Underdog Anthology 2 to pass along…

*Okay! …/huffs… I get back to writing my submission for Anthology 3… /lights up… But for your info, Clicky, I did actually write some more of it today… /puffs…*

I’d better go for now, Dear Reader, I still have ironing to do, but I will leave you with my good friend, Legs’ post from last night…

*And a Song… /rolls eyes…*





Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over… (C*nt.)

* Yesterday was 'Cont.' Today, Dear Reader, you can choose to replace with a, e, i or u. If you wanna /shrugs...

On International Wimmin’s Day, the LoL headline of the day…

*/sticks finger in ear…*

And news just in…

*I’ve been to Gozo…*

*That’s Gozer, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

And Finally…

*Potassium Permanganate? Oxidizing tit rant… /O: No way!*

There follows the next installment of Cade’s Massive Missive…


If I’m listening to music, that was created and performed by someone on drugs…does that mean that I am on drugs via proxy? I’m just asking because, I listen to some weird-assed music, and I don’t take drugs, and I’m very weird. Or so I’m told. I guess I need to get around to dropping acid one of these days to see what all the hubbub is about.

Or I could just get drunk.

That would be my first preference.

But yeah…weird shit makes me feel normal. Like staring at a patch of cement and trying to find patterns. They’re there…you just gotta take the time to look for them. But…not everyone is into staring at shit, trying to find the impossible in the possible. Is that weird or what?

^cEvin Key – Full Circle^

When thinking about strings and stings in String Theory, um...

Q: Who says that the “strings” are always broken, and that the “stings” are broken strings?

A: ?¿?

I guess I’m trying to limit, so as to open, so that there are less limits. It seems to me, that the more that we omit from inclusion, while at the same as including for omission? I dunno, maybe there is something to be said about including via omission. Almost has a…Quantum Mechanics kinda…”ring” to it.

^Death in June – The Calling (Mk II) – 1985.wmv^

Q: If science is perspective based, why is it so exclusionary with respect to perspective(s)?

A: !¿?¿!

I was watching a video one day, that was supposed to be showing an alien craft rising up out of the water near a fishing boat out somewhere in the ocean, then zooming off a ludicrous speed. (No, it did not actually turn plaid) But anyway…it got me to thinking about light and matter, which…in this particular instance…got me to thinking about the concept of wormholes.

Q: What would be the safest and most efficient method of traveling space at any speed?

A: Relativistically.


If your craft needs to be huge…make it huge.

If your craft needs to be small…make it small.

Size becomes relative at this point.

EX: A grain of sand or rock or whatever, out in outer-space, that is traveling at 50k mph or more, is going to basically burn right through your vessel. So…what if your vessel was the same size as that grain of sand or rock?

Thinking about quantum mechanics, and how everything seems to be backwards on the micro & below scale(s)…wouldn’t there tend to be a erm…”projective type of interaction that, based on the laws of conservation of energy, would actually work within the laws of nature to prevent those two objects from colliding? Irrespective of speed(s)?

Maybe this is where Einstein was wrong, and at the same time, right…about a particle achieving infinite mass upon approaching the speed of light. Wouldn’t there be a kind of funneling and rippling there? Similar to what happens as an aircraft approaches “the sound barrier?”

I’ve long held, that if the sound barrier can be broken, so can “the speed of light.” That the speed of light is contextual…just like everything else.

Maybe this explains why commercial pilots don’t age in the same way that most humans do.

That there is layer upon layer, of the same ol shit…but it’s operating in different times, in different ways, for different reasons…all at the same time as everything else. But still, in their own time and times.

^The Prodigy – Narayan^

I got the idea about “less stingy stings on strings” after watching the image above.
Towards the center, below the event horizon, there are the loops/bands that expand rapidly and then “collapse back inwards.” So that got me to thinking about Kundalini and/or “Kundalini Energy”…and thinking….

“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there?”

“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there that kept twisting?”

I’m thinking this and these things, because I think that I see how time, contextually, can be so confusing.

When including time as the all in the all, everything else is omitted.


This would explain to me why carbon dating might be highly effective and reliable in some contexts, and yet reliability goes right out the fucking window in others. And not necessary application and purpose. But if you think in terms of application(s) and purpose(s)…maybe that’ll help.

Q: How does Carbon Based Carbon Dating, using Carbon from Earth/Terra, help us date rock on Mars?

A: ???¿¿¿

Similarness? Or sameness? Identically?

I mean…we’re from the same fucking Solar System right? What about those objects that are NOT from our solar system. Meaning, their origins are from elsewhere? Thinking about friction and magnetism, and swirling those around in “The Big Bang”…I see something quite entirely different than a single singularity that “started it all” from “everything, becomes nothing, becomes everything. I’m seeing…erm…all of those “sacred shapes” and “sacred symbols” and “sacred numbers”…and a whole lot more. My thoughts on crystalline shapes/structures using non-crystalline materials kinda helps me out there. But also those thoughts that I have had about “things coming together for very long periods of time.” The LHC…for example.

^The Prodigy – Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)^

Not to change the subject, but yeah, I’m gonna change the subject.

Wait…wut wuz I talking aboot?

Women? No…that ain’t it.

BUT! I do need to remember to say Happy Birthday to someone on Monday.

But yeah…erm…something…I was talking about it.

Prolly nothing.

^Pendulum – Slam [HD – 320kbps]^

I guess I’m thinking about information and energy preservation, and how it works. Yeah sure…it works…that’s the best part. But if we are tinkering with that base, even if we are pretty goddamn sure how it works, and we are confident that “we can tap into it”…erm…quick question…

Q: Didn’t we just establish that we are already tapped into it?

A: !!!

Yeah…I’m an assole. A prick, even. But not a big one. Cause I have a mediocre sized penis. Must be my ego or something.


I’m lost again. I have no idea what I was talking about, or why, nor even to who.

I mean…you might be some official Japanese Ninja, with official Japanese Ninja Certification, just LOOKING for someone to piss you off so that you can bury a throwing star or two in their skull.

The Internet: A creepy place full of creepy creeps.

Anyone who thinks that prolly lives in a gated community.

^Melleefresh & Deadmau5 – Hey Baby (Original Mix)^


*Fuck! It was JennyBurger’s birthday yesterday… I forgot…*

*True, she won’t mind…*

Tune in tomorrow, Dear Reader, for even more of the Okie Devil’s weekend musings. But if you can’t wait, try this.

The Okie Devil Opines On Thorsday – Special!

Dear Reader, since Sync Miss For Him disappeared a week or so back, I’ve been missing my friend, Cade’s, daily witterings. So I’ve asked him if he wouldn’t mind posting some of them here at the LoL. He’s still tarting about as to whether to or not… */rolls eyes…* but yesterday he did email me a missive for you – see below the rainbow snowflakes. Enjoy!



My name is Cade FON Apollyon. Or CF Apollyon. Or just…Cade. Or Apollyon. Or whatevz makes your boat retain it’s proper bouyancy, motion, and personal directional coordinates.


Last night, I was wearing my wizard cap and robe that I do not own, and gazing into my crystal ball that is still on backorder…when it came to me. A secret message, via secret communication(s) pathway(s), otherwise known as email. Now, we all know that these days? There is nothing secret nor sacred about email communications. “We The People” must protect “We” against “The People.” Otherwise there…might…be…trouble! And what better way is there to protect “We The People”…than to remove all of the protections from “We” and/or “The People”…depending on present “We” and/or “The People”…present company excluded. (If ya know what I mean…HINT HINT….NUDGE NUDGE…WINK WINK!!!) Har har har and a tee hee hee.



To make the above partially make more sense-ish…for those who may not know what the flying fuck this here shit is all about, lemme tell you what it may or may not be about instead.

Once, Upon A Time…

There were some forums that I refer to as Whatchacallit Forums, otherwise known as…

Synchromysticismforums.calm (replace “.calm” with “.com”…and you aren’t there)

They aren’t there anymore, but yeah they kinda are. Long story…NE WAY…

Um…they aren’t there as of now, and I did some writing over there that one or two people appear to have read, and liked some of it for some reason. One of those people, is the owner of this here blog you iz readin’ right nowz!!! And she, being the complete dumbass that she is, asked me, the dumbass that I is am, if I would like to write some of my shiznit and she’ll post it here at the LoL…otherwise known as Library of Libraries blog or whatevz and shit like that.

LOL…she’s stupid.

Goddamn. I sound like a raging fucking militant revolutionary.

Anyway…so yeah, with respect to the forums, someone took them down recently, and the current owner/operator of the site says she does not know who did it. I’ve tended to be forgiving in the whathaveyou, because the original owner has been lurking there recently, and he don’t sprecken zee English real fuckin good like I dooz, cause he’s from some European shithole where they sprecken…some other language or some such shit. He’s prolly a Chinese hacker stealing megahurtz from pee-poles CP-ewes machines for the glory of the viva la revolution! or some such shit. Or…he could just be helping the non-computer-savvy current owner with a migration and has had trouble explaining some shiznit to her/them. I guess I reference “Meet the new boss…same as the old boss” and could put The Who’s song “We Won’t Get Fooled Again” here…but I’m not going to. Have a listen anyway.


Life is confusing.

Cept when it ain’t.

Just sayin.

So yeah, Roob of this here LoL place emailed me last night and was like “would you like to write some shitnit, and I’ll post it here?” And I was like “lemme think about it.” And I’m still thinking about it, but I think best when I am writing, whether it be music or text, cause it keeps the confusion to a maximum and allows my mind to relax and decide how best to proceed. But that’s just me. I’m weird like that. The more complex I make a simple Boolean “YES/NO”…the easier it is for me to think. Weird eh? I really don’t know what my decision will be, but I guess it will keep my mind headed in the direction I want it to go, in conjunction with where every other motherfucker on Earth/Terra thinks my mind should go…and we can go from there. There’s that nasty, nagging fucking “WE” shit again. Goddamn…I must have mental problems of some sort. Major mental problems. Majorly maximum to the extreme on STEROIDS…mental problems…or some shit like that.

I’m gonna keep using the format I used over at whatchacallit forums, and we’ll see how ugly as motherfucking shit it looks, and then Roob can change her mind and be like “WTF YOU STUPID ASSED OKIE FROM TEXAS WHO AIN’T IN KANSAS ANYMORE!!!” And then she can decide to say like “FUCK THIS SHIT!!!” and or not, then decide what to do herself on her end. Cause I tend to be long winded without saying jack-shit, and she is a smart and proper English Lady, she’s married to a proper English Gentlemen, and they have two proper Soccer Hooligan Lads for sons, and I’m like Mr. Manfrentengensen from A Fish Called Wanda, cept with less WWII/Vietnam/War references…even tho I did work for the CIA at one point in my life.

(ya srsly)

So yeah…let’s get this party started or some such shit. I’ll keep thinking, and let you know what my decision is. When you know…I’ll know. And when you know, and I know…we’ll know…ya know?

There’s that fucking “WE” shit again goddamnit. Albeit a “WE’LL”…but there’s a “WE” in there somewhere. Or course, there is a “WILL” in there as well. And where there is a “WE” and a “WILL” and a  WELL”…well…someone prolly got dropped into a fucking well, and we”ll be reading a will at some point. BTW…I would be the motherfucker that got dropped into the well…so ya’ll will have to read the will on yer own…k? 😉


4 days until Christmas. 7 days past that until the 24 hour countdown till the New Year. 2017 is on it’s way. Just like it was back on January 1st of this here then new year of 2016. Of course, 2017 was also on it’s way back on December 31st of 2015, even before the year of 2016 got here. Weird how that works eh? So yeah, a 7 day countdown, to the 24 hour countdown until each and every swinging dick on the planet has rung in the new year. I wonder how women count? Prolly like everyone else, with more of less impressive and/or numbers of pendulous bodily appendages. Not that I’m counting or anything. I’ll let ya know what my decision is when I make it.

Ya’ll go get laid or something. Just stay away from that swill ya’ll Limeys call “beer.”

Do ya’ll get Coors/Coors Light beer over there?

Import laws got ya down/keeping you down?

Meh…I hate beer that looks like something you already ate.

Yes…ate…not drank.






*Meaty… Yeah, his posts are definitely meaty, Clicky… /looks at naked wrist… Crikey! Bedtime… can you put this on timer for me? …/pat snout… I’m off to bed… /stretch and go…*