about 5 posts up from yours, iampunha…
Some of you are saying “but they might just think that I’m some kind of genious” as if that’s a bad thing.
Hey - sod the “prove you’re from this century” lark for a game of soldiers. I’m accumulating a few “kabbes’ theorems” in maths, physics, chemistry, economics…
You lot studying today can then worship my name as the greatest thinker ever known.
Hehehe.
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Of course a real genius knows how to spell the word “genius” :rolleyes:
I don’t know how anyone could prove he or she was from this century, specifically, but I could easily prove that I was from a more advanced time or place by…smiling!
I would just show them my straight, pretty, pearly whites. Almost no adults had healthy teeth back then, especially old bags of 38.
I could also show them my various surgical scars. It was too common to survive surgery back then either and I have three major scars, not just one.
I mean it was NOT too common to survive surgery.
I don’t think they even performed surgery in 1701. The medical wisdom of the day was that opening the
abdominal cavity could only mean certain death for the patient, since infection would be swift and unavoidable. In late 1809, frontier doctor Ephraim McDowell removed a 20-pound ovarian tumor from the abdomen of Jane Todd Crawford in Danville, Kentucky, in what is considered the world’s first abdominal surgery.
Not that I could show up in 1701 and remove an appendix or anything. I could probably convince them I’m She-Ra the Amazon or something, though, as I’m nearly 6 feet tall.
hmmm… I’ll have to be sure to get there before you can steal my persona. Unless of course you’re willing to share.
Myself. I have my watch complete with batteries, I have my glasses (with lightweight flexi-metal stuff), my fillings, my teeth that were pulled painlessly with painkillers, and, of course, my braces.
Then there’s my shoes and
oops. Forgot to type in something. That last line is
Then there’s my shoes and clothes.