Klingons like ketchup

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Bubonicon was being held here in Albuquerque this weekend. Sue and I didn't attend, but we went to the con's hotel last night. It was the chance to meet Nina, one of Making Light's infrequent contributors, who was in town with her hubby Lee to promote Phoenix's 2009 Westercon. As we went into the hotel's restaurant, we walked past a gathering of various pros, some of whom surreptitiously glanced at me, probably thinking I might be one of them, what with my beard being neatly trimmed and my wearing a nice jacket. Well-kept pilosity and elegance are, as we all know, the trademark of the SF field. But I digress. This was the chance for me to put a face to another ML name, among other things. Lee gave me some DVDs he'd made of his old tapes of Star Cops, a 1980s British SF series set on the Moon and starring David Calder. We had a great time and spent five hours talking about all kinds of things, including why the Skiffy Channel's Flash Gordon isn't must-see TV, unlike, say, Burn Notice. Five hours and the restaurant didn't kick us out? Well, there were plenty of empty tables, presumably due to the overpriced menu and not to our waiter's tendency to bring in your dishes with his fingertips touching your food. The Klingons a few tables away didn't seem to mind too much. I don't know if the ketchup bottle that remained on the table after they left had anything to do with that.