Let me get back to you on that

Right after I email you the specs for the crystal ball
If I did have a functional time machine, I certainly wouldn’t piss the opportunity up against the wall on something as trivial as work. Oh wow man, déjà vu.

I’d probably do something seriously anti-social, like visit the Middle East and convince the Bronze Age tribes there that I’ve been sent by the Almighty to… oh, hang on – I already did that, didn’t I?

Man, this gets confusing.

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34 thoughts on “Let me get back to you on that

  1. I find it extremely endearing that you are repeatedly thinking about time travel. Okay. There’s a paradox there somewhere. I just don’t understand it.

    I’d wait until I got a fatal disease, and then use the time travel machine to take me to prehistoric times, in order to commit suicide by getting eaten by a dinosaur. I’d like to see a dinosaur before I die. You probably think I’m kidding.

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  2. Time, time machines and all that jazz – for sure, confusing… 😉

    “Time present and time past
    Are both perhaps present in time future,
    And time future contained in time past.
    If all time is eternally present
    All time is unredeemable.
    What might have been is an abstraction
    Remaining a perpetual possibility
    Only in a world of speculation.
    What might have been and what has been
    Point to one end, which is always present…”

    T. S. Eliot – Burnt Norton

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    • To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
      Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
      To the last syllable of recorded time;
      And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
      The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
      Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
      That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
      And then is heard no more. It is a tale
      Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
      Signifying nothing.
      Macbeth (Act V, scene 5)

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  3. i just want to know what the cheapest time to travel is. obviously with the World Cup everything is moer expensive and it is not a good time to travel time (wowzers) unless you know someone who knows someone who can pull some cosmic strings.
    Until i can worm my way into a wormhole, i will do it on the cheap by going to the Karoo. Everyone knows that space cannot exist without time nor time without space. So the “Land of Space” is in fact the best place to slow time the fuck down. Just the other day, it felt like i was travelling back in time there – i met a Neanderthal. I pinned a sign to his wife beater vest to remind me NOT to go there when i go back to the future/CT. Never. Ever. and THAT is an infintely long time.

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    • Maybe the cosmos is just stringing you along? I’ve just got back from your wedding to Mr Neanderthal three years from now. You’ll be pleased to know that he managed to find a suit for the occasion. I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried.

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      • Close one. After the Classic Control Alt Delete. Control Alt Delete. and age old trick of tapping your Heels 3 Times with a “There’s No Place Like Home” moment failed, i had no choice but to go back in time and unspike his mother’s drink in the bar. Only problem now is, i am missing some distant cousins in the present.

        One small step for mankind right.

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  4. My post for next Saturday was so fabulous, my visits to my blog went through the roof, I was terribly excited, then someone dragged me back to today. *sigh* Now here I sit, waiting to get back to the future happiness I experienced just those few short hours ago.

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    • The best thing to do now is not write that post. Why should your future self benefit from from the cup that’s been dashed from the lips of your present self?

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