Time Travel @ MindSay

actually, I'm listening to it in the car.  It's the just-released sequel (second in the trilogy) to Gideon the Cutpurse by Linda Buckley-Archer, and this one is called The Time Thief.  I'm about halfway through it and so far it is excellent; very entertaining and thought provoking. It's for ages 10 and up, but I'm loving it.  The whole story is about two 21st century British 12-year-olds, Kate and Peter, who are accidentally transported back to the year 1763 by means of an experimental anti-gravity machine.  They are in the same location near London, but 2 centuries earlier.  Gideon is the character who witnesses their astonishing arrival in the 18th century and helps them to survive until they can return to their own time.  The first book ends (of course!) with a cliff hanger and the second book involves a villainous character who goes from the 18th century to the 21st....

I just think this has hit movie written all over it.  Harry Potter is finished, and the stage is set for Gideon, Kate, and Peter.  The author has done her homework in researching 18th century language and a lot of other little details that ring true to me.

I'm already looking forward to the third book in the trilogy!

It was a strange dream to be sure.

As is the case with nearly all dreams after the waking hour, much of it has been lost to that strange veil that seperates our sleeping reality from our waking one.

My memory picks up approaching a large house, reminissant of the house just north-west of Bishop Larson's, but it was in a different neighborhood, and the porch extended to the side of the house as well. Sitting on the corner of the porch were Scoot, Swiffer, and Hiromi. Interesting though, because while Swiffer was with them, he was also with us. We had brought him.

See, I was running an experiment, seeing if somehow Unkle Sam, Swiff and I could project ourselves into the past, in this case, to the moment of supreme happiness and extacy: Scoot's visit.

When they saw us, without even worrying about the cloned, hair-cut swiffer that was with us, they commenced the immenent, inevitable snowball bombardment. They threw first at Unks. He was doing a good job of dodging, but I told him not to worry. We weren't really in their time, so supposedly, the snowballs would crash helplessly into the snow, and the dent in the snow would appear, having endured, mostly unmolested, the time between when we were, and when we were supposed to be.

Well it made sense to me at the time.

It turns out that I was right. Past Swiffer threw directly at Unkle Sam, and it didn't even touch him, but crashed into the snow. Before our eyes the crater in the snow made the transition between then and now. It was really interesting. I guess I'm a nerd even in my dreams -_-'

But the extent to which I was extatic was incomplete; we had yet to actually join their time. We were, after all, only projections from our time to theirs. The chatter grew silent as I attempted the venture through time and space. I approached the threshold of the porch, and, kneeling on the concrete steps leading up to the archway, I put my hand slowly through the veil.

Hiromi expressed the fear that the burrier would rip clothes from skin, skin from bone, if she were to attempt the transaction, but it proved to be in vain. I passed harmlessly through, as though it were a vertical surface of calm water, set to ripple upon my passage.

My elation at having rejoined Scoot through the continuum of time can best be described by "BOOYAH!"

I was followed by Unks and Ugly Swiff, who wisely exchanged minimal contact with Past Swiff. We celebrated at the success of my venture in the traditional !US! crew fashion: Get Naked!!

Of course, that is when my dad decided that I had one more veil to pass through, since eleven o'clock was too long to remain in bed.

It's amazing to me that one can time travel.
Meeting up with my best friend, I come into contact with the past, present and future.
S and I have been friends for 25 years. Wow. 25 years....  that's always amazing to me.
We've been there for each other through ups and downs. Hospital stays, boyfriends, crappy dates, final exams, rainy days, carnival, a whole lot.
We sat together and enjoyed each other's company for what it was right then and there.
We talked of future events and meetings.
We talked of life, love, family, friendship, truth... etc.
I found myself missing her before i even left.
I cannot wait to see my friend again. I cannot wait to share the moments in between.
I also cannot wait to see those whom I have missed while visiting with her.
Goodbyes only give us the chance to do just that...  to have a good parting, one on which we choose the terms, so that in the end, we can return to each other.

Hey all…

 

First off, I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and that you all have a safe and happy holiday.  Due to an unfortunate situation, I am here at work today and not that I plan on having to do much; it is still throwing a wrench in my holiday itinerary.  Never-the-less, I will make the best of my time once that I am out of here and I will just have a little bit of a later start than originally planned.  That’s all.

 

Anyway, today I am going to post a question that might be some good fodder for future conversations with your friends and family.  Or, it might just be something that as you read this you will think; who is this numbskull?  I am sure you will jump on one side of that fence or the other when the time comes. 

 

On with the question…

 

This past Tuesday was another episode of Paranormal Tuesday on the old Marconi (sorry that I have not posted any stories about this lately) that posed an interesting topic of discussion…time travel.  Well, supposedly there is this guy (who has a friend whose cousin’s neighbor has a brother-in-law….) who has invented some sort of gizmo that will allow someone to move through time.  Of course there has to be all sorts of criteria met before the traveler is able to safely move around history with ease.  I am still waiting for the show to air when they do the testing of this amazing piece of equipment so I can hear the test results live.  That should be some good ear candy there.  Regardless of the show and their potential findings, I ask a simple question to you, the reader, about this subject.  So, here goes…if you were able to travel through time to anyplace, at any time in history and were only able to witness (not interact or attempt to change) those events, where and what would you want to see?  Simple question, huh?  So, if you wish to share your thoughts about this, where would you go in time, what would you want to see first hand and just for giggles, what would your reasons be for going there?

 

Okie dokie, I hope that everyone has a wonderful holiday and once I recover from gorging myself on bird and pumpkin pie I hope to have some interesting reading material (or explicit comments, which ever you reply with) on this unusual query.

 

Bon voyage.  :D

Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head...

Funny how time seems to be so relative when one's life is moving at the speed of light. It appears to this observer that everything is changing, aging, so fast when all the while time seems moving so slowly for this traveler...

In many ways, I feel as if I have aged little during this journey and yet everything that surrounds me has changed, grown old, died, turned to dust that has been scattered about on the winds of time...

And all the while, I have changed little. I am still me going about my life much as I have with everything rushing past me. Everything seems to be a blur, but I know I exist and I know that everything has changed greatly and yet I have changed little...

Einstein was correct about many things and traveling at a speed approaching the speed of light was right on the money. And I don't feel I should slow the pace down one single bit...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust at Warp Factor .99...

Praise be the Word...