My personal views may be somewhat different to you all.
When I think time travel the first ‘obstacle’ i encounter is the existance of time.
I’m not challenging anyones views, just trying to find where mine fit in.
I see time as something man has created to map change.
Maybe its my belief in Bhuddist principles.
ie. the book Siddhartha: it is said how a mans life can be seen as a river it has a beginning and an end and exists as it is at both simultaneously.
If the universe is infinite, everything is happening all at once.
If i am to see my life as happening all at once i am seeing the truth.
From thinking of my life as minutes, hours, days i find emotions like anticipation and boredom and personally i sense a lack of clarity.
From then becoming aware of the illusion of time i feel better, but then being used to seeing it as a sequence of subjects, i create the illusion of life being created by momentS.
Then to go further i feel calm as i see that life is just all one moment.
If the universe is infinite, everything is happening all at once.
And that, is a moment.
I believe salads concerning Mexican fare, involve elements such as avocados.
However I must look up how to treat avocados?
What in the hell was that?
Lets see who can write the most gibberish?
What can one expect from a half alien, with the blood from a royal, a witch, a wizard, and a vampire?
Actually Creedo, just like I pointed out before…you are a whack job! 
There’s no actuality to, your get full, eating, instead of worrying about college, will improve one’s dispostion.
Rockstar, global love…triangulate.
A man on the bus will hasten all of our business models.
That Chunky Kit-Kat would have been mine, if it wasn’t for you poisonous devices!
Thrash the weevil, thrash the weevil!
Ten holy shrimps, hanging on the public toilet.
How will I ever play Scrabble against a diamond now?
I believe that creedo is on crack. I further believe that he gained his rank by posting random gibberish on various discussions, and then finding someone to argue with about it for 5 pages. Don’t doubt me, I’ve seen the early messages.
Your mother was a ticket inspector and your father smelled of Frankenstein masks.
Thou shalt not squish flip-flops.
That dollar would have been mine, if it wasn’t for you lucky lesbians!
Don’t you just hate it when you staple memos?
To cave paintings?
Your code-monkey gets pyrophobic?
The ships fly.
The code is D-minus.
The C will fail morphic change.
Mentally, erect with a set of Donuts.
Flight generation is sancrosect.
well what a crackhead!! I on crack,dope,eat yuck thing…
what do you have in your mind?? a fear of alien abduction… 