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.

Just dropped Emily at the airport. *Sniff*

Now I must get to work on all my schoolwork. Blech.

Or, you know, the teleporters.

Seriously. Would it kill you to install a couple rings?

But then you're into sending the baby to Alien Homeworlds again. I mean, it's very hard to protect the beer planet from all comers, and people would want to be there. Which also means the beer would likely go away.

Or, you know, the teleporters.

Look, we just now managed to teleport a subatomic particle across a workbench. Breaking down and rebuilding physics takes time, okay? Plus, there have been delays because of Emeline's propensity for reaching up from my lap to type gibberish on the keyboard with an experiment in progress, resulting in multiple failures and one spontaneous creation of a coconut creme pie. We're still working on figuring that one out.

The pie was, however, delicious.