This week several of my FB friends (well okay, three)
have been excited about the pictures of the once (and future?)
planet, Pluto. I was relieved when I saw the first pictures because
at first I thought they were talking about Bluto,
and even though
Popeye always managed to beat him at the end of every cartoon... that
guy has always scared me.
Back to Pluto. As I understand it, the story goes like
this.
Pluto was discovered in 1930 and was designated a
planet. That must have been gratifying. I could look up the name of
the guy that discovered it, but that sounds like work.
Then 76 years later, some other guy uses geometry,
trigonometry and other stuff I don't understand to prove that Pluto
was not a planet.
Tough break.
Then they felt bad, and decided to call Pluto a dwarf planet.
I'm not sure if it was before or after, but sometime in there, they cremated
the first guy.
Science folk play for keeps.
They took the ashes of the first guy and put them in a
space thingy to toss them out on Pluto.
Does that count as a manned flight?
Mayor de Blasio is monitoring the operation. Seeing as
the ex-planet already has a litter problem, NYC has lots of garbage
they'd like to throw on the pile.
But while they were exiling that freeze-dried space guy, they took pictures. That's what has my brainy, or
nerdy (is there a difference?) FB friends all excited.
But not everybody sees these pictures the same way.
Wait, wasn't Pluto supposed to be the dog planet?
Walt Disney must have had great vision
We humans are pretty creepy
Not this creepy. Maybe we shouldn't piss off Pluto
Though it's still not as scary as Bluto
Here's a Pluto I can understand.
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