Showing posts with label Time Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Time Travel. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Announcement - Time Travel Conference Venues



Tale of Time Travel Debate from Quingland and the Sony Sponsored Concert

As some of you will know by now I’m a Quindo; a cousin of the dodo.

Like the dodos, we once lived on an island in the middle of the Quacific Ocean. Actually, we still do live on that island - it’s called Quingland. Also, like the dodos we are an extinct species, and if you haven’t yet worked it out by now then I shall tell you that I’m a dead quindo, well, at least from the perspective of the four dimensions of which you mortal humans are familiar.

Quindos can’t fly although our earlier ancestors from the first four dimensional world could. We can however walk, and we can walk through space and time, just as you mortals can walk on earth with your two feet.

My name is Quindo, although that might seem obvious to you since I am a quindo after all, I have to also tell you that we are not all called Quindo here. That would be very silly since it would get quite confusing if we all had the same name. It just happens that I was given that name. I’m the leader of a revolution and here we call it the Qu’ove Revolution.

I live in the fifth dimension. The number five is quite important to us here. Quindology is a subject we take very seriously – the study of fives. I suppose that might be where we get our name quindo from, who knows?

The fifth dimension we live in is interspersed with the first four dimensions. You cannot see our fifth dimension because it’s kind of like very small and all wrapped up in itself. I’d probably confuse you even more, if I told you that there are another five dimensions like ours. These are all spatial dimensions. Then there’s an eleventh dimension, but hey, I don’t want to lose you with confusion…

Oh… did I mention the 12th dimension? Oh I’d better not just now.

We quindos are currently having a great debate among ourselves about whether we should pass on our recently developed technology on time travel to you mortals in the lower four dimensional world. One of our participants of this debate is a quindo called Albert. Once, he told us, that he was a very well known human physicist, and he developed some theories about gravity. He said among them he had a Special one. I don’t know if it’s relative to our discussion or not about time travel but he seems to like wrapping up the first three dimensions with the fourth one of time and calling it space-time! Albert says we shouldn’t introduce time-travel to the mortal world because he says most mortals would not understand the implications of what they could do with it.

We are holding several time travel technology conferences to discuss this extremely important topic and we hope to reach a satisfactory resolution soon. I ought to tell you, my dear mortals that I’m on your side and I will be voting in favour of introducing time travel technology to our dear mankind mortals. Another of my quindo friends here is called Elvis. He’s on our side too! Elvis said he used to be a King when he lived as a human mortal. He said he was a kind of revolutionary leader and good with music. Elvis says the idea to introduce time-travel technology ‘rocks’!

As the leader of the Qu’ove Revolution, I have been given the privilege of setting the venues and their times for the conferences. In the final conference we have decided to have the participation of our mortal friends and provided they are present to witness the voting and the voting is in our favour then we can proceed to introduce our technology to the lower four dimensional world of mortals. Exciting eh!

Right so here are the venues and times as follows:

First conference:

Venue: Mauritius in the Pacific Ocean, Time: Wednesday 16th February 1681, 4:30 pm (PCT)

After the conference there will be tea and biscuits and we can sit to watch ‘The shooting of the Last One’!

Second conference:

Venue: 112 Mercer Street, Princeton. Time: Friday 19th March 1948, 5:00 pm (EST)

After the conference there will be coffee and cake and we can sit and watch a duo-violin concert of some Mozart played by Albert and Albert. I hear it’s going to be screeching stuff!

Third conference:

Venue: Wembley Stadium, London. Time: Saturday 30th July 1966, 1 pm (GMT)

After the conference there will be beer and hot dogs served and we can watch a football match. It’s going to be very exciting… we will be using our time-travel technology for action replays… apparently we are going to need it!

Fourth conference:

Venue: Moon, in the southern sea of tranquility about 20 km (12 mi) southwest of the crater Sabine D. Date: Saturday 20th July 1969, 6 pm (UTC)

After the conference there will be saline solutions served in foil bags and liquidized food. At approximately 8.10 PM (UTC) we will sit on the edge of one the craters to watch some men land on the Moon for the first time in their history. Neil will be doing a speech about footsteps and giant leaps. Buzz ‘Lightyear’ will be performing the Sacrament of Holy Communion. Please take care not to step in front of the camera view during their filming session otherwise viewers on earth might get confused and think they are watching an episode of the Clangers.

Fifth conference:

The venue for the final and most important conference: Quingland’s National Conference Centre, Quingshire County, Quingland, Quacific Ocean. Time: Saturday 31st August 2097. This will be an all day conference beginning at 9:00 AM (QST) mainly because we have to allow time for our mortal friends who will be attending to witness the vote to enjoy their stay here on our beautiful island. They will be traveling to Quingland the evening before and staying at our 5 star Grand Quingland Hotel. We will close the debate at midday and commence voting immediately using the buttons provided in the armrest of our chairs. Now then, Now then… you can trust me that our chairs are better than the one Jimmy Fix-It used to sit in 120 years earlier. The voting results will be announced at 2:00 PM (QST). Afterwards, in the event of a ‘Yes’ outcome we will have an astronomically sized fireworks display for our celebrations and we’ll all participate in the game of Sony’s Wipeout 2097 and blast each other to smithereens on our ultra large 150m Sony HD Flat Screen with our Quake Disruptors. Live bands will be performing music from the 1990’s era. Believe me; it’s going to be Mega Cool! However, in the event of a ‘No’ outcome, then I’ve decided to tone down the celebrations with a live screening of the 100th anniversary memorial service of Princess Diana’s death from Buckingham Palace in London. This is going to be filmed globally (well, I know as I’ve already seen it and I can tell you a little secret; Elton John’s adopted son is going to be playing Candle in the Wind).

A message to my fellow quindos: please no cheating by traveling ahead of time to find out what the outcome will be and then going back in attempt to change the outcome to your desired choice. Such activity is not acceptable and time-trespassers will be severely dealt with and prosecuted accordingly. Maximum punishment by the Quinglish Courts is transportation to Mauritius in the year 1575 AD and left there without access to our precious time-travel technology. You’ve been warned!

Finally, a message to my dear mortal compatriots, please, please, please be sure to turn up for this fifth and final conference. If you don’t think you’ll be alive at the time of the conference, then don’t worry, you can attend in the fifth dimension, but at least tell your children and grandchildren about my announcement about the possibility to introduce this time-travel technology to the four-dimensional world of mortals in 2097 because mortals must be there - I was given this instruction from the 12th dimension you know.

Incidentally, should we succeed in being allowed to introduce our fabulous time-travel technology, then please be aware that implementing it we believe will be a staged process that will take approximately 150 years. It depends on who will volunteer for reincarnation to the four-dimensional world at the time and their capability to understand string theory at its highest levels of development. Sorry to disappoint you guys but hey it’s not a perfect world is it!

© Qu'ove Revolution 2007


Comments from Yahoo 360

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Oh! Oh! Sign me up!

Also, if you happen to speak to the Doctor, ask him to wear his 9th face. I'm sort of smitten with that one. Thanks.

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 09:22AM (CDT)

Shira; oh yes we love his 9th face too and quite often wears it at our get togethers. I've signed you as the first one on the list. Thank you!

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 02:35PM (GMT)

  • Anonymous

Wow, that's amazing, it's so high brow it's untrue! I felt like i had a phd in astrophysics by the time i'd finished reading it. I'm very impressed, and like shira, you can sign me up, particularly for the 5th conference, i'm very interested to see what Elton & David's adopted son will look like (will he have any hair???) and Princess Di has always been my queen of hearts! Looking forward to the next big read! Zelda :0) p.s. why does my photo not show up on here? Am i doing something wrong?

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 09:12AM (PDT)

Can I come please Philo.

The number 5 is important to me - it's my favourite bus. I like tea, biscuits, coffee, cake and hotdogs but can I have lager please instead of beer? Sorry about this special request. I know it's highly irregular.

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 05:38PM (BST)

Hi Zelda; thanks for dropping by! Really glad you enjoyed it. It's just the kind of uplift I need. Elton's adopted son, they called him Garibaldi... I think you probably set your photo to appear only in the 5th dimension. I'm sure another look at your profile will sort that out. ;-)

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 04:57PM (GMT)

Hey Julie! Thank you for popping by! That's cool your favourite bus being number 5! I've jotted you down for a special brew of Quingland's finest lager brew and your on the list for premium row seats. You'll love it!

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 05:02PM (GMT)

Ta Philosophical. Yeah the 5 - Nottingham to Derby. But who would want to go to Derby anyway? Hope you're English or you won't get that. Probably won't anyway.

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 07:13PM (BST)


I hope I'm not to late to be included...sign me up please. I want to attend anything that Elvis is attending....in it's entirety. I'm packing my bags as I type this!

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 03:08PM (EDT)

Hi Phil, thanks for inviting me to the conferences, I do want to see Albert again.....you know I have a weakness for crazy hair.....I do promise this time that I won't be doing shadow puppets on the moon, at least where the tv cameras can record them......

Wednesday 28 March 2007 - 09:08PM (CDT)

Derby? erm... I did live in a place called Glossop once, that was in Derbyshire, but Derby?... no, sorry Julie don't recall ever having heard of that place.

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 04:51AM (GMT)

Kim! So glad you're signing up too. You'll love it. Elvis will be joining in with the live bands playing the 90's stuff. Just imagine... a 50's & 90's mix! The whole world's gonna be rockin'

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 05:03AM (GMT)


i will be watching from the mountains. once i officially move, i have no desire to leave my Hermit'age lifestyle. i will be writing books about life, love, syndromes which shouldn't be allowed to get in the way of love, sadness, hatred, loneliness, the what if's, the what could've beens, the should haves, the i want more from my relationship and the 12 steps to get it, the developing big balls to selfEsteem, and once every now and then i will write in my Sai series.

i plan on having a hellacious satellite in order 2 connect with u through....

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 01:10AM (CDT)

Donna; provided the 112 Mercer Street conference goes well and everbody approves of the 'Duo Alberts' screeching violin duo, then 'crazy hair' will be invited to perform at the live celebration concert in Quingland along with Nigel Kennedy and Vanessa May. Dear Sis, I'm just sooooo excited...

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 06:24AM (GMT)

Sai, to her ladyship's special request we have the most stunning mountains near Quingland's National Conference Centre (QNCC) here you can continue your hermitage lifestyle during your stay in Quingland. The crisp and crystal clean Quinglish air will permit excellent sound-travel of the 'live' atmosphere and music right to your cave! You'll have a fantastic view of the astonomical fireworks display from those mountains believe me! Our Quindo-synchronised Satellite Technology will ensure that you get the best quality picture on your flatscreen TV which we will have installed especially for you in your cave. Sai, I'm confident you'll have the most Wonderful experience up there all alone in those mountains... and I have every confidence it will instill the most imaginative inspirations for your writing.

Tch... the things I have to do to please these mere mortals!

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 06:36AM (GMT)

hahahaha... this is awesome... I'll see you there (it'd be great to see all of your fellow quindos.... hahahahaha)

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 05:52PM (CEST)


Last time I was at one of these things those two blokes from The Time Tunnel turned up and started a fight. What is it with those two anyway? They invent a time machine and then use it to voyage into the past and punch the living daylights out of great historical figures.

Anyway, I've set the temporal co-ordinates so you can expect my TARDIS to materialize around tea time (fish and chips for me, mate - lots of salt and vinegar).

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 01:21PM (EDT)


PS We've reached the highest stage of development with String Theory and it's a dead end. Serves those scientists right for nickin' their ideas from old Superman comics!

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 01:24PM (EDT)

I've already told you I'm ready for this - just let me know when to start
:-)

Thursday 29 March 2007 - 11:47PM (CDT)


The menacing sides of behavior are always in attendance, just as daylight forever casts a shadow. When the happiness is brightest, the behavior is deepest. When mortals discover their secreted manners, there is a control, a therapeutic sovereignty, and a resourceful release. Carl Jung unlocked mortals to this design, and the Reflection of oneself wants to get involved in the curiosity of inspired expression.

The Outline of Darkness emits her silhouette across a mortal’s course for three reasons. For one, mortals maintain repulsive bits of their behavior deep within the caverns of their soul. They face apprehension of what they may be capable of, who they really are, and what others might assume about the sides that humanity says are objectionably undesired. Independence and muscle are approximately around the bend when the Outline of Darkness sheds her light.

Secondly, the anxiety of the mortal circumstance is an image for inspired expression. Ingenuity repeatedly comes easier in intricate epochs. The outline knows and motivates mortal’s inventive air through unleashed passion and tenderness, alchemized to magnificence.

And third, originality has been depicted as an eminence close to foolishness. Although many artists and writers have led and unbalanced life, this is not a prerequisite for creativity. Nonetheless, to be open to our peculiarites, idiosyncrasies, and distinctively unconventional adaptation of life can offer us a guide for our uniqueness.

Friday 30 March 2007 - 02:04AM (CDT)

i think She was trying 2 sai with the Accomodations in which you have promised that you can provide for her in the Mountains of Quingland, that she will be in attendance... However, i believe she was trying to explain why she has the need 2 remain inside her Hermit'ness wai of Life...

She is a mere NORMAL NonConformist!!!!

Friday 30 March 2007 - 02:09AM (CDT)

ok

Friday 30 March 2007 - 03:23PM (PDT)

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Time to play with the Mysteries of Time



I would like to present to you my first ever attempt at writing a short story in many years. I don’t know the last time I tried to do something like this. It was probably when I sat my English Language exam in 1981! Anyway, I’ve come to really enjoy writing these posts on Yahoo 360 and I thought it was high time I put my ‘undiscovered’ story-writing talent to the test, especially since I’ve set myself an ambitious plan to write a children’s book in the near future.

So here it comes… part one! Feel free to tell me what a pile of …. you think it is, or whatever!! I promised someone I would write about Albert and Leo, following on from my last post… it’s probably not quite what she was expecting… but hey, I like surprises!! More to come in part two… eventually!

My Meeting with Albert and Leo – Part One

I opened the door to my newly acquired time traveling machine. The year in which I landed was 1954. The location was Princeton in New Jersey just inside the drawing room of the home to someone I was about to meet for the first time. I’d been looking forward to meeting this gentleman for sometime and now here I was at the threshold of this really exciting moment, well, exciting in a ‘relative’ sort of way!

Somehow, inadvertently I had managed to position the time machine so that I was facing the window. As I stepped outside the machine doors, I found myself looking directly out of the window of this man’s home. I laughed to myself because I couldn’t have chosen a worse day weather-wise to arrive into this supposedly carefully selected moment of time.

The wind was blowing a howling gale outside and the rain was thrashing hard against the pane of the window. Sat on the sill was this cat – most depressed looking he was too! ‘Ah’ I thought, ‘that’ll be his moggy’. He was perched there staring out of the window with the gloomiest expression that you could ever imagine on a cat; his tail was hanging limp down by the wall of the sill. I went over to where he was perched and stroked his back. He turned his head briefly in my direction and without any element of surprise in his face, he just turned back to staring through the window. ‘Now there’s one helluva-down-in-the-dumps feline’, I thought to myself.

I turned round and faced the room. It was a little dark and dingy, and full of the stains of pipe tobacco on all the fabrics and walls. There was a strong smell of pipe smoke in the room. This was actually a comfort to me in spite of the fact that it was nauseating, because it meant I’d surely set my time machine controls exactly correct. To my right was a fireplace with some almost burned through logs and glowing embers in the grate. The fading flames were adding a little extra light to the room with their soft flickering glow. The wind must have been blowing back a bit through the chimney, because there was a lot of soot and grey cooled embers scattered about the fire hearth.

Just a little distance from the fireplace was an armchair in which was sat quite an imposing figure of a man looking rather pale and elderly. He had white hair, kind of all scraggy and sticking out – you know like a mad scientist! Of course, that’s exactly how I’d have expected him to look! He is after all the very man who people have stereotyped as the image of a mad scientist. Not that he was, or should I say is a mad scientist? Now there was a trouble with being a time traveler; I didn’t know if I should address him in the present tense or the past! For back, or is it forward, in the time where I presently come from, he’s been dead more than fifty years.

Trust my luck to arrive when he’s fast asleep in the chair. I suppose, as an ageing man almost in the last year of his life I shouldn’t have been too surprised. In his right hand he was holding a pipe and almost about to drop it out of his hand. The other hand was propped over the armrest, and just below on the floor, there was the Times newspaper. He wasn’t at all smartly dressed; wearing a beige pullover and light green corduroys.

I decided to take a seat in the empty armchair next to his. My heart was beating so fast and loud, I was sure it was going to wake him. I was really very nervous indeed. All kinds of thoughts started to race through my mind. How should I wake him I thought? Do I tap him or call his name? How will he react to a strange man he’s never seen before, sitting in the drawing room of his own home? How was I going to explain to him, that the time machine standing there in front of his window is an amazing piece of technology, which has come about all because of his original studies? I wondered if he would he even understand an attempt by me to explain String Theory? I had a hundred and one questions on my mind, and they were all making me very nervous.

Suddenly, the urge to walk back to the time machine and abandon this mission right at that moment became very strong indeed. At that very same instant, there was a really strong gust of wind and it made a large branch snap off a tree just outside in the garden. It crashed to the ground with a loud crunch. My white-haired friend suddenly moved in his chair and he seemed almost to awaken. His eyes opened for a second, looking straight out at the window from where he heard the sound, and then he just seemed to go back into his slumber.

I breathed a sigh of relief and I thought oh what the hell – let’s go for it! ‘Albert’ I said softly. I hesitated a moment, should I be calling him by his first name or by his surname? What was the way in the 1950’s? Oh never mind protocol I decided. ‘Albert’, I said again a little louder. He slowly moved and opened his eyes and looked in my direction. There was smile on his face as he saw me and then he closed his eyes again. ‘Albert’, I said once more in a firmer voice. With his eyes remaining closed, he suddenly bent down to his side and picked up the newspaper from the floor. “Is it the time of the appointment already? I’d almost forgotten that I was to be expecting you Philip”.

Yikes! He knows my name! How in the devil’s name did he know I was going to be here? I started to feel panic rushing through my veins. This isn’t real, I must surely be in a dream, I didn’t really buy myself a time machine from Curry’s last week did I? Albert straightened himself in the chair and said, “You know what Phil, I was just in the middle of a strange dream about time machines! Funny old things our brains are!” My white-haired friend bent down and placed his pipe on the table. Then he shuffled his newspaper to make it neat and folded it. “I got your letter only the day before yesterday about our appointment.” He continued, “You have quite a list of questions you want to ask me!” There was a pause and Albert asked, “Could you care to get me the lighter and tobacco for my pipe?” “They’re on the fireplace shelf… and I vill a little t’ink!” he said. Albert smiled and gave me a wink.

‘Sure, it will be my pleasure’ I replied, with a kind of mystabewildered expression on my face. I got up and stepped over to the fireplace. ‘A letter! What letter?’ I half mumbled to myself, I don’t recall sending him any letter. I took hold of the lighter and tobacco packet, passed them over to him, and then I sat myself back down in the chair. I wasn’t at all sure if I really knew what I was doing. I had to keep focused on my mission.

As he was preparing his pipe, the scientist turned round to the window and said, “What a terribly atrocious day you’ve come on Phil. Hmmrf, look at poor ol’ Leo there!” Albert sympathised with Leo; “I know what’s wrong my dear fellow, but I don’t know how to turn it off! Poor ol’moggy!” ‘He looks quite the depressed cat, your Leo, doesn’t he?’ I suggested. “Yes quite” he said. Albert picked up the lighter and proceeded to puff his pipe alight. “Are you in the Montreal Pipe Smokers Club Phil?” he asked. ‘Erm, no I’m afraid not Albert, but, my Granddad might have been.’ I hesitated a moment and realised that my Granddad would now be alive in 1954. ‘Erm, I mean he might be I don’t really know.’ Albert responded, “Well, you don’t know what you’re missing. Pipe smoking contributes to a somewhat calm and objective judgment of human affairs.” I remembered one of Albert’s achievements and said to him, ‘I heard once that when you were boating one time you fell into the water but you heroically managed to save your pipe from drowning!’ “You heard about that Phil?” he replied as he chuckled quietly to himself.


Comments from Yahoo 360

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Editing Hat set aside....

Bravo, Bravo!!!

I must admit ~ i am jealous of the Moon!

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 12:26AM (CST)

A woman must always know more about her husband than he thinks she knows, and more than he knows about himself. ~Mrs. Albert Einstein

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 12:37AM (CST)

The attempt to combine wisdom and power has only rarely been successful and then only for a short while. *Albert Einstein*

Saturday 3 March 2007 - 10:41PM (PST)

Sai - I have had another bash at editing it and removing some earlier mistakes. Please, if there are any basic errors I keep repeating, let me know, because I want to learn! Thanks for the congrats! ;-)

More O Me & Ink Blogger: does that mean if Mrs has the wisdom and Mr has the power then their combination is likely to be a recipe for disaster?

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 09:38AM (GMT)


I always have the greatest admiration for anyone who can put pen to paper...er, finger to keyboard...and bash out a story, especially if it's a good one like this. I look forward (or should that be backward? It's so hard to tell with time travel) to the next episode.

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 06:07AM (EST)

  • Nigel

Brilliant, Phil. You've really caputred something here. I always love what one of the great man's teachers reputedly said to him: "You'll never amount to anything, Einstein." How wrong can one be.

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 03:39AM (PST)

Wow thanks Roo! You can look both ways to the next episode!

Thanks Nigel. You've touched on a point that I will be raising in the next episode ;-)

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 01:27PM (GMT)

wonderful, lil bro! Can't wait for the next installment......

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 08:11AM (CST)

recipe 4 disaster is only for those who do NOT know how to sizzle properly!

Sunday 4 March 2007 - 04:37PM (CST)

If this truly is your first ever effort at writing a short story, then I am so jealous. Your description of the living room was so atmospheric and I felt drawn in to it ... could smell the pipe tobacco. I am intrigued. I want to know why Leo is depressed, and how many times you've travelled back, since that letter HAS to have been posted in the past. I want to read more ....always a sure sign of a good writer to me. Well done Phil. Please can we have the next installment soon?

Sunday 11 March 2007 - 11:49AM (GMT)