Long time no posts. I know and I’m sorry.
I’m chalking this up mostly to me and my wife having a kid around the time my posts stopped, but part of it also has to do with me not GMing much and therefore not being too sure what to post about. So I’ve decided to change the format of this blog somewhat. Basically we’re broadening the scope. Instead of just posting about GMing, I’ll be including posts about other generally geeky things. Hopefully it will still be entertaining.
Today I’m going to get the “I have a kid!” post out of my system. Seriously, I love the little larva, but he has destroyed my conversational skills entirely by becoming the only topic I seem to be able to discuss at length anymore. Hopefully by making my return topic about him I’ll buy some time before I’m compelled to post about him again.
The worst thing about being a parent so far is that the kid has totally ruined time travel for me.
Of all the various Science Fiction tropes out there my favorite has to be time travel. And what was the very first thing this midget with no sphincter control did upon being born? He ruined it.
No longer can I fantasize about traveling to the past and traveling to the future doesn’t seem fun anymore. If I go to the future I miss watching my proto-human become a full fledged human. Where’s the fun in that? If I go to the past, more likely than not I’ll completely erase him from existence.
Sure, my wife and I might still have a child in the present, but it won’t be *this* child. All of you (those I respect anyway) have seen Back to the Future. So you’re thinking that if I changed things maybe my life today would be different but only in so far as I might live in a different house or drive a different car or have a different job. Right? Wrong. I’d probably have a different kid too if I still had one at all.
Realistically a woman is only fertile for 3 days out of every month. That’s it. So all I’d have to do is change something that would throw either my or my wife’s schedule off by just enough that we missed the particular cycle that resulted in this particular baby. If so, boom, half of the genetic template that makes him who he is would be gone.
It’s actually even more fragile than that. On the male side there are seriously millions of possible matchups that just happened to result in this one combination. Suppose I made an even more minor change to the time line which only resulted in my past self ordering a burger instead of the chicken at dinner. Once again, boom, new baby.
Honestly I can’t think of a change I could make to my own personal time line prior to this kid’s genetic code being written that wouldn’t have a very high likelihood of changing who he is. Assuming I still had a kid, he would in fact not be this kid, but one of the millions of possible siblings that all theoretically were the possible alternative outcomes.
It’s true that I might end up loving the new kid just as much as I love this one, but that’s not the point. Part of the trope of time travel is the desire to “play god” as it were and muck with history. And now I no longer want to do that because of the probable loss of the kid I currently care for. And it sucks.
Actually, now that I think about it, this would be the same problem with anyone traveling back to a point rior to their own genetic code being written, a la Back to the Future.
Damn you kid!