Just want to take a second and make sure that all of the ADULTS are on the same page in recognizing that time travel doesn’t exist. We all know that, right? So whatever is happening in that Charlie Chaplin footage (which I can’t even bring myself to watch because of how my understanding of reality allows me to know ahead of time that it’s meaningless) there is definitely no time travel or cellular phone technology involved. That’s plain, obvious, and straight-forward, of course, I just want to make sure we’re all in agreement about these fundamental facts about the world we live in. Yes? Cool.
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Fun fact: Eric Stolz was originally in that video.
Where we’re going we don’t need phones.
Where we’re going we don’t have any phones.
I don’t know. Type ENHANCE a few more times into the computer and maybe we’ll get somewhere.
Is there anyway I can give this A MILLION UPVOTES?
Having said that, I would now like to see a movie about Charlie Chaplin and time travel.
Wait…then what was Modern Times about?
Gabe’s right–it’s just a regular old crazy person talking to herself.
The Future version of herself.
You can see Gabe in that video too, it isn’t time travel though, he worked as an extra to make a little cash on the side in his youth
I was reading in Duh! Afficianado* that even if there IS time travel, there clearly were not cell phone towers back then, so the phone wouldn’t have worked anyway.
*I TOLD you guys I just read it for the articles!
Hell, if it was AT&T, it wouldn’t matter if there were towers or not–she still would have dropped the call.
ZING!
ah fuck. i’m drunk commenting today, guys. my life is yogurt cup.
I thought it was just double there for EXTRA creepy.
you’re drinking at 1 in the afternoon????? Who are you, me?
Still drunk from last night. Woof.
You know, I’ve never had a problem with AT&T. For the amount of shit everyone gives them, never had a dropped call or nothing. Maybe I’m in a good area or something.
I can’t place calls from inside my house. Or where there are power lines. Or trees. When it was Cingular I honestly did not have that problem. Oh, well. At least it’s the future.
Well, I’ve always said baby, those who live in lead-lined houses…
It’s true–I probably would have better reception if I lived in a suburban ranch-style, instead of the Fortress of Solitude. But then I wouldn’t have a door made out of human skulls. It’s a trade-off.
SUPPOSEDLY the service got worse when everyone started using smart phones and stuffing up the network and SUPPOSEDLY the same thing will happen to other providers once AT&T loosens their grip of the iPhone.
It remains to be seen.
True story about cell phone reception: I had Sprint 6 years ago and the reception was just good enough in my apartment that the phone would ring. But as soon as I picked up, the call would drop. So what I had to do was grab the phone and run outside as soon as it started to ring. A lot of times this resulted in me running outside just in my underwear. I had been doing this for weeks, annoyed at Sprint, when one day I noticed that my whole block was full of people in underwear, bathrobes, barefoot, pacing the sidewalk while talking on their phones. And then I felt kind of okay with Sprint, because we had grown closer as a community.
“…exploded into memehood”??
Prove it, Monsters.
To be fair, my mom’s cell phone is also in the wrong era.
She needs to get with the times. Get her one of these beauties:

How bow this sweet over-the-shoulder number:
Also good for ghostbusting.
Nice Zack Morris phone!
This depresses me because I’m currently using my old Nokia 6100 from 6 years ago because my regular phone broke and I am poor (relative to my financial background or whatever). I hate it. The 5 key BARELY works. I can’t get picture messages. I don’t think it’s sexting compatible. My ringtone on my phone WAS sounds of the Black Smoke Monster (yup. so?), now it’s some boop bop beep Nokia tone.
What’s funny is that I don’t mind it that much. I only use the phone for scarce phone calls and texts every so often. But if you can own and use a new phone rather not one that’s OLD with a sticky key, why would you NOT go for the new phone.
You can sext me the answer at 719 2- oh wait. I can’t get sexts. nevermind.
Lies! The Doctor is real!
And I think you hurt his feelings.
LBT, if you didn’t have my sword and axe already, I’d give them to you again because of this gif.
yeah, that Doctor Who episode pretty much writes itself.
I’ve been saving this one and can’t wait any longer:

Get with the times, people!
I am jealous of all the people who understand gif technology.
http://www.gifparty.tumblr.com
(Just copy image location, paste it into your comment)
By technology I also meant thinking of a gif that is appropriate and funny, being able to find it, and all that jazz. Thanks though. Basically, what I want is a pile of Star Trek gifs.
Happy Friday, ptsmith!
http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=334751
Best Friday!
I just came home from a walk with my goddog, a touch stoned, hungry, thinking I had no food in the house. I went to get a tiny snack that would do nothing to cure my hunger, saw bakery bread, remembered I had peanut butter and nutella, made a toasted PB+N sammich, poured myself apple cider, sat down at the computer, and found this. Best Friday.
whaaaaaat this is amazing!
This is clearly not a time traveler. Otherwise she would have killed Hitler, right?
If only it was the premiere of ‘The Dictator’!
Maybe there was a WORSE dictator called SUPER HITLER and this lady DID kill him.
ANYONE would be better for us than Super Hitler. Even HITLER. Thank you, Lady!
Says the guy who there is photo documentation of being in possession of a time traveling Delorean.
That is the most awkward sentence I have ever written.
“Hi, I’m Gabe, I hate fun!”
YA BURNT, GABE.
You just blew my fucking mind
Oh yeah, Gabe? Well I’ve been working on my own personal time machine all year, and I think it’s finally ready. If this works, I’ll be able to post a comment earlier in time, BEFORE this comment. Annnnnd, here we go!
I just carbon dated both of Huckabeast’s comments and he is, in fact, telling the truth.
The fact that that zebra isn’t moving is proof positive that suspended animation existed in the 20′s as well.
If only there were some way to get a wire on that phone…
this fall on CBS! “Movie Premiers My Mom Time Travels To!”
So everyone is wearing long coats and hats. Wouldn’t it make sense for this person to just be pulling up a collar under her coat? No? Time travel? Person talking to themselves with a shiny box up to their ear emitting light that no one else notices? Yeah, I guess you’re right.
I think there is no more concrete evidence of time travel than a guy holding his ear.
*Woman. Sorry, I could not tell the gender from that low quality video. That is definitely a cellphone though.
You think that was a misplaced reply to my earlier post? Well, it’s NOT! That’s right, “Make Your Own Adventure GUM” motherfuckers!! #commentingduringameeting
It’s just a Verizon rep testing multi-dimensional reception: “Can you hear me now?”
You guys are all missing the truth….Time travel does not exist YET…but this person clearly came from a time in the future when it does exist and the cell phone they are using runs on a future technology that does not require and towers or satelites to make calls….cleary.
If time travel ever exists, it, by extension, exists now and always.
*POOM*
L O S T
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALT!!
But how do you explain that munchkin sexting in the background in the Wizard of Oz?
Little Charlie dreamed of one day traveling back through time to meet his father before he died of Typhus. It wouldn’t be until much later in life that Charlie would give up on this dream, when he realized that Bing simply WOULD NOT allow it.
If she were really from the future, she’d be sexting, not talking on that phone.
But there’s been video proof of time traveling for years.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtJgTPVoggY
“Well, you see officer, there’s this woman who traveled to 1928 with her cell phone to see the premier of a Charlie Chaplin movie, and before that the speed limit in our dimension was 85, but then, you know, butterfly effect, and it’s only 70 here and I’m just figuring that out now. Go ahead and rip up that ticket.”
Better question: Who the hell is she talking to, and what for?
“Oh, hey, what’s crackin’? No, no, I’m just cruising around 1928. You wanna get lunch? Maybe post-Robot Apocalypse?”
“It says here you serve ‘breakfast anytime.’”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll have the pancakes in the age of enlightenment, please.”
hang on, voltaire.