Combining the aforementioned spice, a concoction meant for eye surgery and a wee bit of scumble, my fevered brain has concoccted a proposed sequel for the Film interpretation of the Hitchikers' Guide to the Galaxy movie.

(I read the first book and have the movie and i expect to be laughed at... I welcome it, but here at least you people will understand my rambling)

The Title: (Mostly) Harmless. Where the book is regarded in some circles as Adam's most depressing work, the movie version is... depressing, but more for the video record of a young woman grating at her own nerves in imprisonment.

The Main Character is one Ramdom Frequent Flyer Dent. As in the book, she is the biological daughter of one Authur Dent and one Tricia Macmillan. Unlike in the book (as far as I can tell), she has been raised by both in a four-and-a-half parent household aboard the Hart of Gold (two parents who never quite got into the whole "wedded" thing, two Betelguese-ian "uncles" and an android nanny who occasionally got his vocabulator shut off to keep Random from crying).

Now, at 16 years, 4 months, 25 days (and pocket change) old... she's in the tanty. A super-secret, M15-run, white-corridored tanty deep underneath her fathers hometown. But for her, it's an alien world.., she even did the whole "I come in peace" schtick by landing in a very public place in a mid-range shuttlecraft. Almost immedatiatly it got called a hoax (if not performance art) in all the papers.

What started as a "simple" joyride is now leading to her recording a daily video-diary on her wristwatch (on such diverse subjects as the evolution of the Vogon bureaucracy and the ultimate question)... while spending the days in her cell between examinations, interviews, interrogations and her entertainment mandated by the Geneva Convention (whatever the heck that is).

Meanwhile, her parents are just finally beginning worry about where she is... and where she took Fenchurch, the (government property)AI that she loaded into her shuttle's computer.

(tunes out for a minute and then back it)

Could someone check my eye colour... and I swear that my mouth feels and tastes like the inside of a cinnamon grinder.