not one pun

[sergebroom]

I went to the local SF club's monthly meeting last night. Dr Larry Crumpler gave a presentation about the Mars Rovers, and I was so amazed by how well lit the photos were that I had to ask if there had been some image manipulation. He said no, and that daylight on Mars is like 3pm in October. Things were a bit disorganized at first because the owner of the premises where meetings are normally held had locked himself out so we all hopped into our respective vehicles and drove across town to an Indian restaurant. Victor Milán's car died on the way. Everything eventually got cleared up. At the end, I introduced myself to writer Ian Tregillis(1), who attends infrequently, and I don't think I gave my name, but, the moment I opened my mouth, he knew who I was because he lurks around Making Light. Must be that Christophe Lambert accent that gave me away again. And no, I had not made a single pun that evening.

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(1) His novel Bitter Seeds, to be published by Tor in early 2010, is a Secret History of WW2, in which British warlocks stand in the way of supermen created by Nazi science.