Mathematically, theoretically, psychologically, philosophically and actually, me sitting in my chair looking at my shoes while the clock ticks from 12:42 to 12:43 could be considered time travel.
Whatever. I'll tell you for the hundredth time: please refrain from addressing me with your cutesy little pet names. You're a good guy and all, but the truth is I just don't dig ya that way.
I have a solution to all these problems with travelling through space & time. If you want to visit alien civilizations, all you have to do is imagineer it!
We will not be able to have a conversation with anyone, but it's still possible that we could receive a transmission (millions of years old, sure) that would confirm intelligent life somewhere else. That is quite interesting, no?
Little known fact about toast: It was invented by my great great great grandfather, Mortimer Alistair Starrzychkrystnczyk. He first introduced it as "Twice-Cooked Bread" at the 1865 World's Fair in Vienna.
But I don't think he succeeded in completely removing himself from the gene pool yet. He could potentially still unleash some more funny business from those clown pants.