Must read: Stanislaw Lem: The Futurological Congress (see my Wish List, hint, hint).
Must get a message to: The Mother of all Machine Elves.
Must buy: those fetchin' camo shoes... shoes... OHMYGOD! shoes...
Must reserve: table for 1,000 at the Top of the Hub.
Must consume: paper-thin slices of fugu, washed down with wasabi martinis.
And for dessert: Transdimensional Reality Worms, eat them up, yum!
Must blow up: the Moon. Not!