Today’s guest post comes from tim.
I am feeling like the true corner on the trail is turned when we all have to go through space news heebie heebie a with the news of Pluto on the radio, on the network news and no one to tell us the baboon side of the equation
We baboons have our odd little niches. Goats, baboons, space, Ethel merman, state fair, books, gardening, cooking, haiku… Seemingly disconnected but a common uncommonality we share and are left flapping in the breeze while we go through our next phase.
I heard a person talking about how the mo on Pluto was poppycock today and that the dweebs who proclaimed it no longer a planet were the mall cops of the universe flexing their proclaimed expert status muscles to change the rules on what we can celebrate as an official planet.
It used to be Pluto was a newly found wonder and the dudes who ran the mega telescopes in the 1920’s welcomed as the unveiling of the new dawn of space brotherhood in the planetary oneness. Then it was proclaimed that with our new telescopes we could see more dwarf planets and the more and before you know it in addition to Pluto we could add Huey Dewey and Louie, sleepy dopey sneezy happy doc grumpy and bashful
Hey you’re the new planet in the universe! What are you going to do? I’m going to DIsneyworld !!!
What else do you think would be good planet naming criteria?