Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Todays Randomness
Todays Randomness is brought to you by the planet formerly known as Pluto, the word calamitous - ca·lam·i·tous pronunciation: \kə-ˈla-mə-təs\ Function: adjective Date:1545: being, causing, or accompanied by calamity calamitous events, and the number just not quite big enough to cut it as a planetoid.
Here is why this is random today, a number of months back they changed the nominclature and re-designated Pluto as a non-planet. I grew up thinking that the tiny world was a planet. Ho-hum whatever. It was in a fit of insomnia this morning that I remembered when I took a trip to NH and met with W.K.E. and J. It was my first visit to their new home and E. was ecstactic as well as W. to show off her room to the pseudo-relative stranger. E. was psyched cuz there was a secret fort. W. had plotted the solar system on the ceiling and had pointed out that it was as proportionate to the room as the real solar system is to the "galaxy". I have no doubt in my mind that he being a Mathematician that he used something like
.3mm : 1,000.000.5673 miles = from here to the corner in the room and that the measurements were directly proportionate to the relative space. That's not in question.... In my fit of tossing and turning I was worried about Pluto, it was hanging from the ceiling slightly obscurred by the open door...it being the farthest away from the center of the solar system... but it just isn't a planet anymore. I'm saddened that it's not called a planet anymore..... Yet I have hope that the Pluto gets to stay on her ceiling and that she can be proud to display it as it has been since it's discovery...a planet. Insomnia...tossing and turning; yup Randomness.
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3 comments:
You're darn right Pluto's still up there.
There are some people in this world who, if their nighttime thoughts are of my daughter's bedroom, would make me very uncomfortable, in a meet-you-at-the-door-with-a-flamethrower sort of way. I'm pretty sure you're not one of those people. As long as you stay out of prison.
No problems there....I'm too pretty for Prison ; P
Oh, Bob, you have no idea. They would make a special place for you, right next to the other pretty boys...
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