And this afternoon the four of us went to see The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Now, I am one of those who always thought the books were trying a little too hard--of the "so funny I forgot to laugh" variety. Well, for me, at least, this is the way the material should have been presented all along; it moves so fast that you don't have to examine the slightness of the story (when I read the book I kept thinking of the time I got cornered at a convention by a nice guy who wanted to tell me--for four hours--the plot of the blockbuster space opera he was going to write any day now). And any film that has Alan Rickman in it had an edge with me--he does the voice for Marvin, the depressed robot, and he's lovely. I just liked it a lot. Now we are all home again, doing laundry. But as Saturdays in San Francisco go, this wasn't at all a bad one.