Nice call. 1. I'd go back and make sure Valley Forge had enough supplies for it's men in 1777. 2. I'd beef up security on the Island of Elba in 1815 to make sure Napoleon never got off it. 3. My hometown was a major thoroughfare of the underground railroad. I wouldn't reverse anything, but I'd like to go back and see how they did it and offer my help. Women? 1920's Parisian ladies for me.
I'd take all the one hit wonder songs of the 70s-90s back to the 60s, slowly release them each year and pass them off as my own. Royalties out the wazoo.
Oh man.... these ladies are showing ankles and i'm at work!!! i wouldn't change anything because the ramifications would be worse. what made you think of this?
Now that's something I could get behind. The brief era of the braless American female was one of my most enjoyable experiences. I remember driving my Triumph Spitfire rag-top, which was as low to the ground as a go-cart, and this chick was riding towards me on her bicycle, leaning over and wearing a loose, low cut peasant blouse. I almost had an accident. (what a pair!) Don't know why that particular instance sticks in my mind, since I saw more braless chicks than I can count, my girlfriends certainly being among them, but it does. I miss the era, and I miss that car, although it was a pain to keep running, lol!
Anyone ever see that movie when an aircraft carrier goes back into the 1940s and they've got modern jets just destroying the Japanese. That would be fun.
I like some braless women as much as the next guy, but gravity would take control alot sooner and it would not be pretty. Those 32 Bs would turn into flap jacks quickly. Damn, now you got me thinking, going braless is hot.
Man, we're talking chicks who were young, tight, and into my generation's grooviest period. It was beautiful. Even better was going swimming at Paleface Park on Travis. Nudity was the order of the day. Nothing finer than sipping a beer, and whatever else you were doing, working on your tan, and watching all the girls doing the same. That I knew large numbers of them made it even sweeter. We drove up from Houston on weekends all the time, and had the most awesome parties.
At the risk of turning this into a D & D debate though what would you do if you found out that Jesus didn't really do the miracles that have been recorded or if those miracles turned out to be not that miraculous at all? Faith is faith because you don't need reason or empiracism to believe it. Seeking to validate it in that way might not prove to be that great of an experience.
I'd visit ancient Egypt so I could come back to the present and go dig up the Stargate. I'd also go talk to Einstein, explain to him I was from the future, and make fun of him for not being smart enough to figure out the physics. Stupid Einstein.
I agree on the faith part and because of that, I do believe that I would be witnessing miracles. While I am supposed to be walking with Him daily, some days that just doesn't happen. I'm usually too busy in things of the world. I just can't imagine what it would be like to walk with him. Hot? Yes. Cold? Yes. Comfortable? No. Hunger? Yes. But it would be worth every moment. And I just can't imagine what the face of a man who's never seen, to suddenly have the sight of all the colors and surroundings. Plus there would be moments that weren't recorded. And it would answer my question of "What did Jesus write in the sand to make the people not stone the woman?"
This thread is excellent. About the stopping slavery thing. There have always been liberals in a society who speak out against those kinds of things. I doubt one more person armed with the knowledge that it was wrong could make any difference. When there's money involved, it's a lot tougher for society to do the right thing. Frustrating but true. About the feminine hygiene. Bring a razor and some soap/body wash. Go see how hot Cleopatra really was. Woodstock. Stop John Lennons assassination. The music we missed out on... Play Johnny B Good at my parents high school prom... wait that was 1980. I'd meet Shakespeare and see a few of his shows. I'd go see Star Wars a bunch and yell out spoilers. Buy some original Monets for my apartment. I'm surprised no one's mentioned sporting events. I'd love to see Wilt score 100 and see how different the game was back then. A baseball game in the late 19th century. Game 7 of the 94 finals.