I'm with the psychos, I would totally jump forward at least a thousand years. If I'm going blindly into the abyss of the more than likely horrible, disgusting, decaying future, I'm going BALLS DEEP. A few hundred years isn't nearly enough of a skip to truly see 'THE FUTURE'. Sure, I might land into a nuclear fallout zone, or maybe Earth was destroyed and I simply 'land' in outer space, finally having my fetish fulfilled of masturbating while my entrails are sucked out of my body, or maybe I'll be greeted with a leash from an ape? Whatever happens, if it did work out (and we might as well say so since we're hypothetically hypothesizing hypotheses anyway)...it'd be the most exhilarating, adrenaline-fueled, awe inspiring, terrifying, anxious moment.
I'd welcome anything, as long as I lived through the transition and there wasn't some atmospheric component that guaranteed my death, I'd hit the ground running and have the resolve of a really resolute doodbro from the past. I'd just fuckin' smile from the information overload and utterly unimaginable shock of knowing I'm really where I'd be. Chances are though...it'll be more like our own world than we're thinking, just more dead and dangerous. Either that or we'll get our act together in the next couple hundred years...OR we'll get even worse and I'll just zap into another cromagnum era and it'd be just like I went into the past. OORRRRR I'll get there and Malcolm McDowell will rape me. Those are the only possibilities. So it is.