Sometimes I'm lucky enough to find not one, but two hilarious stories in a day. The first is over this Pluto hubbub: Apparently we've named ourselves, as Earthlings, kings of the entire Solar System and have decided Pluto isn't a planet. Someone actually said, as they were walking around the newsroom today, "I feel bad for Pluto." Someone else said, "I'm pretty sure Pluto doesn't care." Not so! Read here! My favorite bits:
"First of all, it takes forever for me to do a lap around the Sun, and it gets really lonely out here. They tell me that part of the reason I'm not a planet anymore is that some of the time I sneak inside my buddy Neptune's orbit. What do they expect? I need somebody to talk to out here sometimes. And don't get me started about that mass of junk they call Charon that is supposedly my partner in non-planethood; Charon is dead to me."Awww, poor little Pluto! And then, then, this house in Utah has decided that it will display a lovely cactus on its front. Um. Yeah. A cactus. Tell me what this looks like to you! (Parental warning! Or not, because it's a cactus!)...So then those numbskulls on Earth finally figure out I'm here, and start calling me Pluto. I had mixed feelings; I liked Lex, but I also heard through the microwaves passing by that Pluto was a god of "Death" over there. I barely knew what "life" was, but I knew Death kicked life's butt all year long (and the years are really long here).
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...So you can imagine how I'm taking this planet thing. Neptune, which used to hang out with me to try to look cool by association, won't even talk to me anymore."
