Smart people on ice!

Someone already did the research work for me, but you have to admit shoes with no excuses -- not in this day and age.

shoes with no excuses

I would so wear them, except no legwarmers in my climate, and no pointy toes with my square feet, and no heels that high with my ankles, but I like the color!

He thought we said we were installing the STARgate, not the stair gate.

Emeline was very happy with our Stargate. Then she got cranky because I'd locked her out of the Dialer thingy.

I told her "No alien empire homeworlds for you, young lady, not until you've amassed enough of a military force or starfleet to actually stand a chance against otherwise superior alien technology, plus you've got to stop bonking your head when you walk under the table."

She said "Mneh! Bye bye, dada! Mneh!"

So we're still working through that issue.

You know, Joe, if you let her get across the room via event horizon, she wouldn't have to bonk her head on the table. Meanie.

You know, Joe, if you let her get across the room via event horizon, she wouldn't have to bonk her head on the table. Meanie.

That would require two Stargates and, really, our electricity bills are high enough.

Though it might mean I could grab beer from the fridge while still sitting in the living room ala Homer Simpson. Hmmm....

No. No no no. Emeline will just have to learn to traverse space/time the long way just like other children. At least until she figures out how to tesseract by herself.

In order to 'gate on the same planet, you'd have to re-work the whole dialing system, anyway. Possibly re-design the whole thing.

Much better to work on the tesseracting. Or, you know, the teleporters.

You could teach her to get you a beer from the fridge for you, though. As a meditative exercise, of course.

The last several posts are one reason why I love this board. I don't think anyone in my family would understand them, and yet I do, and love them to bitty bits.

You people aren't thinking big enough. First, you need to colonize a whole new planet. Then, you put a refrigerator full of beer on that planet. Then, send the baby to the refrigerator-planet to fetch the beer. Then, enslave another planet to produce all your electricity for you before the bill comes due, because the interstellar collections dudes really aren't any fun at all.

Honestly, Joe, I thought you had this evil overlord thing down a little better!

The last several posts are one reason why I love this board. I don't think anyone in my family would understand them, and yet I do, and love them to bitty bits.

Deena is me.