A space-themed Passover Seder is enough to send non-reform rabbis into epileptic fits. But the holy day falls on the same weekend as Norwescon, a science-fiction convention in SeaTac, making the mashup an inevitability. "Do you want to cover something in tinfoil?" the hostess asks on my arrival, and, oh, why the hell not? One of the resident Jews is wearing garbage bags and a milk-jug helmet; depending on whom you ask, he's a robot or an astronaut. Some girls are wearing shiny metallic clothing—"I have silver hot pants, but I didn't think they'd be appropriate for dinner"—and one man is wearing a Star Trek uniform.

The Haggadah, or text of the Seder ceremony, is untouched by sci-fi because our hostess is afraid of being "struck by lightning," adding: "The fact that we're covering everything in tinfoil doesn't help our chances there, either." The Haggadah does repeat, "Blessed art thou, O Lord, King of the Universe," which sounds a little Asimov-y, but what is religion if not a bad Superman comic without the Twinkies ads? And someone has drawn a mural-comic of our hostess's family history—an immigrant tale with rocket ships—that's unbelievably sweet.

After the delicious meal (you must drink at least three glasses of wine at Seder, which is guaranteed to leave worshippers feeling pretty... praise-a-licious), everyone fires a ray gun into the air, and then a conversation breaks out about how Battlestar Galactica is a metaphor for the Jews' flight from Egypt, which is maybe my cue to leave...

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