As you've no doubt heard, Pluto is no longer a planet.
There are now eight planets. It must have been an adjustment back in the day when it was inducted into planet-dom, but now it's no more. Well, it's still there, out in the "Trans-Neptune Belt", but you know what I mean. (What about when it orbits in front of Neptune?) I don't know, Pluto never really affected me, I can't name its discoverer, I never did a school project on it; but it was always there: a small ball of ice floating out in the nether-reaches.
What next? Will there be only eleven months? Should February begin locking its door at night?
Like I said, it's not, in the greater Cosmic Sense, huge. Our tides aren't controlled by Pluto. It certainly can't be terraformed.
But those of you who read old scifi in your childhoods will know what I'm talking about. A rose by any other name wouldn't smell as sweet. [Forgive me, I really hate how cliche that sounds, but I can't think of anything else. Look at the posting time.] No one's going to stop and smell the snarglebargin. [Oh man, I clearly need to go to bed.]
I'm just glad I'm not a teacher and I don't have to scramble to change my lesson plan.
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Wow. I mean, I know it's a small thing, but I thought I KNEW that there were 9 planets. It's my first disproven scientific fact.
If Pluto's not safe, who among us is?
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