Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for June 23, 2024

No single person can build an electronic computer.

Oh, and then find a place to plug it in!

…as usual.

Republicans never think their policies through, so they just claim democrats did it. That’s what gave me my idea for my handle, but I think they call them avatars now-a-days.

Maybe he should have just predicted an eclipse. It worked in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court.

All he has to do is say that he will do that sometimes in the future – just wait for it. Many people will fall for that.

Well you can sells em that and makes lotsa gold.

Kinda like the Twilight Zone episode Of Late I Think of Cliffordville with Julie Newmar and Albert Salmi.

You would have a more profound impact introducing basic hygiene. And how the Black Plague actually spread.

Google Of Late I Think of Cliffordville

Brewster, did you think at all?

John Fennemore, BBC radio’s master of the tall tale, speaks of a time traveler who built his time machine into a horse trailer. When he arrives in rustic 17th century England, he finds a local who is a lot more interested in the concept of a trailer for pulling a horse, rather than a horse pulling a trailer.

Yeah, they didn’t have a Geek Squad back then.

Just reread H.G. Wells The Time Machine Brewster, and think about which books you’d take with you. Books with good illustrations.

I’ve often thought about this—not about time travel, but about what it would take to rebuild after a new dark ages. What if you were responsible for building a working car? Could we get metal of sufficient quality to make an engine? Could I recall enough to design one that works? If we lost enough in the way of basic tools, could we even make a basic straight edge that was…straight?

Reminds me of the Twilight Episode where a guy made a deal with the devil (played by the beautiful Julie Newmar) to go back in time so he can capitalize on his lifetime knowledge of events. One of the problems was that while he knew of things like starters for cars he had no idea of how they actually worked. “Of Late I Think of Cliffordville”.