It’s hard to know where to go.
Another thing I’d time travel to see in person…
I hadn’t thought about it before, but it would be cool to go back in time and see great horses doin’ their thing; or being able to meet them, and give 'em some goodies and pets. It would be great to see the race which resulted in “Eclipse first, the rest nowhere;” or meet the aptly named Hungarian mare Kincsem (Jewel), undefeated in 54 races; so many more, and not only racehorses. I would love to meet all the horses I’ve known and loved when they were babies!
:: sings :: With my freeze ray, I would stop! The world! With my freeze ray, I will find the time to find the words to … Tell you how. How you make; Make me feel; what’s the phrase? Kinda sick? Like a fool? Special Needs, Anyways… With my Freeze Ray I will stop! :: Gets abruptly yanked off stage for the thread necromancy ::
As a probable descendant of Capt. Cook, I endorse this idea.
If I had a Time Machine, and could make alterations in the timeline with no ill effects? I’d go back in time and cheer myself up and tell him that it gets better; either that, or I’d break his egg a couple years sooner. And give him a lottery ticket with winning numbers and the phone number for a financial advisor to invest it properly, and explicit instructions to transition as fast as they could before things go to shit.
If i had a time machine i would try to save breeding pairs of animals that man hunted to extinction. But mostly it would be the dodo.
You want a lot more than a pair to have a lasting population though. Once you’re in Mauritius why not keep going back, steal a pair or two every couple decades, and make a ranch?
I’m not above having a dodo ranch
Of course “you can travel through time so long as you don’t do anything” is paradox free. The question is why you can’t do anything though. The example of trying to stop a viral outbreak is a pretty facile one…what happens if instead you try to start one by carrying a gallon of new deadly viruses back to New York in 2010, a time when there wasn’t a new epidemic? Or worse still just an armed nuke? “Well, plainly it doesn’t go off for some reason, or else it wouldn’t be paradox free” is not much of an answer.
If I had a Time Machine, I’d be tempted to revisit a certain pub about ten years ago where, on a Sunday evening, I was reading this at the bar (quiet pub).
Some twenty-ish semi-literate type passed behind me and said:
“That’s fucking disgusting, mate.” with venom in his voice.
I was that gobsmacked that I was lost for an answer and, to be honest, he was quickly gone, like he just had to get his tuppence in on his way out the door.
It’s like that spirit d’escalier (or whatever) moment.
How I’d love to track that eejit down and explain the difference/basic English.
Oh, well…
Were you drinking Pernod shots with Special Brew chasers again?
You most certainly have me mistaken for another, sir…
Eejit: “That’s fucking disgusting, mate.”
You: “Have you read it?”
Eejit: “No.”
You: “Then shut yer gob you tit!.”
Even that reply was lost to me, unfortunately.
He was gone that quickly while I was still shell-shocked by the eejicy…
Also, You been taking English lessons?