Sipping martinis by the pool in Palm Springs, I'm so cool I astonish myself. How did I know my style would be ripped off by irony-laden graphic designers fifty years later? We all knew what the future was gonna look like. Freeways and soaring viaducts...we got'em. Videophone hookups? We got'em. I'm fascinated by the olive in my drink. Should I eat it? Look at that babe with the silver boots. I know I'm in the future now.