There are days wherein I wish nothing more than the ability to leap forward eight hours and avoid the grinding tedium and nothingness of a Wednesday afternoon in the bunker. Of course, that’d also mean that I didn’t get paid for those hours, which would totally negate the entire point, but let’s not quibble about time travel specifics when we’re talking about theoretical temporal physics. I’ve long felt like it might be fun to hang out in the 1940s, save for the cholera and scurvy and all that, but each decade has its own draws (and drawbacks), which makes it fun to imagine what it might be like if you were a Time Lord, leading us to today’s chrono-fractural query…
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) has always been partial to a trip back to last Thursday night, so I could pay my phone bill on time, asking: When would you go first, if time travel became a reality?
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Just then the floating disembodied head of Col. Sanders started yelling… “Eeeeeeeverything you know is wrong…
*coughs*
Excuse me.
I think I’d definitely go to the future, though I’m not sure exactly when. Not that history doesn’t have its own fascinations – but I think the parts of history I’m most interested in are also times I would not want to be around.
I dont wanna be *that* guy but: To next saturday evening for lottery numbers.