Being from the South, I would have loved to live in the era before the Civil War (without the slavery, of course). In the days when men were gentlemen and ladies were ladies.
If you could chose?
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
Well, yeah, you could spend the day writing poetry in Latin and practising the harpsichord and keeping your pink hands nice and soft because you didn’t have to go outside and pick your own damn cotton. The slaves were doing it for you.
Sorry, if you want to live the elegance and graciousness of the Antebellum South, you have to wallow in the moral bog of slavery.
I like this era just fine. At least I can do as I bloody well please.
“I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought.” - Seldom Bucket
We had a similar thread long ago. Not that it isn’t worth doing again – it was a lot of fun and surprisingly diverse.
I remember it particularly well because it was the first to tempt me into MPSIMS. (I’d always been a GQ man previously.) And it was started by Eve in her former persona as Flora McFlimsey.
Now for the hijack – I haven’t seen/heard from Eve lately. Is she around and I just haven’t noticed? Too busy right now? Taking a breather? Mad at us? Dead? Dying?
Eve?
he sleeps on that pile/of newspapers/in the corner/and when he
takes off his/shoes you cannot/smell his breath
“king nicky”, archyology
Don Marquis
Just got an e-mail from Eve…she’s very busy at work, plus dealing with her publisher over the launch of her new book.
She was as cranky as the rest of us when the boards were down last week, but I was surprised to not see her leap back in when they came back up.
She asked that I pass on best regards to all, and says that she’ll be back as soon as the cat dies down.
Oh, and Bruce Wayne says “Hi,” too.
– Batman
I personally would choose to live in the Precambrian, and brag about my vertebrae to all the jellyfish and flagellates. “Take that, you limp piece of protoplasm! Show some backbone, you worthless amoeba!” I would set myself up as a god and engrave commandments on Golden Tablets for humanity to discover after my death. When I got old, I would go lie down in a shallow bed of silt and cover myself with mud, so that my bones were preserved for posterity to make future archaeologists have hissy fits.
This is entirely up to whther I can take supplies with me to prevent disease, etc. If I had to be transported naked, I’d choose not to go. If I was ensured just as good of quality and quantity of life as I have now, I would go back to Europe of 1550-1650. Just before gunpowder became a big hit and made warfare nowhere near as fun. Also tempting would be 1200-1400, either in Europe to give my poetry a better chance of becoming classic, or in the Americas to help train the natives and prepare them for whitey.
Ok, no one is taking this question seriously, so I shall.
I’ve always wanted to go back to the gold rush time period and take a conestoga wagon.
Either that, or Regency England. Only if I were a wealthy female or better yet, a very wealthy and titled male.
I would like to be Marco Polo… well, if his travels actually happened, that is;
And I would love to be in Amsterdam on May 5, 1945… the day The Netherlands were liberated (and a lot of Dutch girls got aquainted with American and Canadian soldiers );
Jerusalem, ca. 0. Just to see what the fuss is all about…
Don’t want to go back to live in a different era but I’d like to be able to observe one without having to deal with the inconveniences. (I’m particularly fond of running hot and cold water and indoor plumbing in the winter.)
I would like to go back into the time when Conan the Barbarian kicked butt…we would of been great pals…I know I could of got one of the wenches he didn’t want
I’d like to live about 100 years in the future, myself. I reeeally want to see what computers are like then, and see how many posts the rest of you managed to rack up before you croaked off!
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