There's a phrase I've heard so often now I've forgotten where I first heard it: Where's my flying car? But you know, cool as a flying car would be, what I really want from the miraculous future is tube-feeding. Eating is such a chore, three times a day, every day for the rest of my life… I want a magic pill. One that will give me all the nutrients I'm supposed to get from those horrid, bitter, dark green vegetables like spinach and sprouts. Not that I'd give up meals altogether, mind you. But the meals I bothered to chew would be a luxury. And the rest of the meals would be a one-swallow affair. So, where's my magic pill? All this eating is wasting my time.