I’d go back to 1953, to the last hour of Dylan Thomas’s life–I always wish he died a better way. Or I’d go to the plane D.B. Cooper was on.
“I need the biggest seed bell you have. . . no, that’s too big.”–Hans Moleman
I’d go back to 1953, to the last hour of Dylan Thomas’s life–I always wish he died a better way. Or I’d go to the plane D.B. Cooper was on.
“I need the biggest seed bell you have. . . no, that’s too big.”–Hans Moleman
I went to the future (20 yrs hence), looked me up and asked for advice. Man, am I messed up then. But I gave me some good advice, I think. Guess I’ll find out in about a year.
Hmmm…good question.
I think I’d go back to Dec 7th 1941…Fords island…or Hickam field at Pearl Harbor and witness “the day that will live in infamy”.
Either that or go back and stop my 14 year old self from selling all my Mint late 60’s/early 70’s baseball cards.((hey it seemed like a good idea at the time!))
Rich “G7SUBS”
You’re right, Padeye, what I bring back probably would change history, but, thinking about this later, I wondered if just going back wouldn’t change history. Even if you just spent the hour sitting in a closet, the fact that you’re there, when you shouldn’t be, would upset everything to come.
You’d think that Superman would be a good person to invite to a barbecue but trust me, he’s not. I mean, sure he can cook the hot dogs fast with his heat vision, but they all taste of charred eye boogers.
You’re right, Padeye, what I bring back probably would change history, but, thinking about this later, I wondered if just going back wouldn’t change history. Even if you just spent the hour sitting in a closet, the fact that you’re there, when you shouldn’t be, would upset everything to come.
(I hope this doesn’t double-post)
You’d think that Superman would be a good person to invite to a barbecue but trust me, he’s not. I mean, sure he can cook the hot dogs fast with his heat vision, but they all taste of charred eye boogers.
I suppose I would like to go see some extinct animals in action. I’d have to choose between a brontosaurus, a moa (large New Zealand bird) or maybe a dodo bird. Bring back a clutch of dodo eggs? That would be thrilling for me.
Just to throw a wrench into everything:
Go back to September, 1492. Plant incindiary devices on Colombus’ fleet. See how long that stops the European invasion of the Americas.
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.