Update: The time shifting has gone to a whole new level. I suspect Zaphod Beeblethingy is now watching my tivo at the restaurant at the end of the universe, because 48 hours later, this puppy is *still” in transit to San Pablo. Hopefully some of the suggestions will include futuristic pansexual showtime demi-porn (which will be much better in the future.) No updates. Imna cut someone.