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GHoSToKeR Reviewed by GHoSToKeR on . Tralfaldamorian ideology I fucking hate Local Area Networks. I'v spent the last 32 hours trying to set my computer up, and I get nowhere. I resolve to call the techies the next day, wake up, try to connect one more time, and it goes off without a hitch. Fuck technology. Anyway, I said I would post a theory for time-travel, and my wake and bake sense tells me that I might as well do that now that I'm all toasted up with nowhere to go. This is a little more sci-fi than my usual explanation, but I still find it fun to Rating: 5