And Then There Were Eight...


Yet more evidence piles up that Pluto is not a planet, but a rogue comet/planetoid, and I find myself irked. Irked! Isn’t that puzzling?

I guess you grow up wanting constants in your life, especially in an inconstant world such as we now live in. Computers come, grow more powerful by the day; the pace of our life increases, but the heavens are fixed. The Universe is as constant as the planets, right? Wrong.

I think I’ll go hide under the bed, now.

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