(via Instapaper)

This story (with the fugly title tag and url) about an amazingly smart kid ran last weekend and I’ve read it twice now— the second time without moving my lips!

It reminded me of the time I could teleport. I was nine, I could teleport between dimensions thanks to a device I made out of an old coffee can, a spool, 10 pennies, six rubber bands, a cork, a dowel, a 2.5” philips screw, a popsicle stick, a balloon and three feet of twine.

The supplies were provided by my Cub Scout den for a contest to build a thing or something, whatever. My entry, the Inter-dimensional Transporter or IT, for short, came in last. The asshole who won— let’s call him Glen because that was his name— built a helicopter, obviously with his dad’s help.

Six months later Glen the asshole and his family moved away.

Or did they?