It’s a Mickey Mouse Planet.
That joke is older than I am, but now it has a new punch line.
Never Go to Pluto – it’s not a planet at all!
According to the International Astronomical Union, Pluto, long considered the ninth planet in our solar system, no longer qualifies for the title. [It’s kind of like a publisher being kicked out of the RWA if you think about it. You’re in the club for all those years, thinking everything is fine and one day someone comes along and changes the rules and boom, you’re out on your asteroid.]
I feel bad about it. Pluto deserves to be allowed back into the ranks. Sure, they’re saying it’s a dwarf planet – but that’s like being ‘almost pregnant.’ You either are a planet or you’re not. Poor Pluto, relegated to second-class planetship.
It has to be lonely being so far from the sun and the butt of an interplanetary joke besides. If I were Pluto, I’d think I’d pack up and leave the party. I mean, why hang around where you’re obviously not wanted? Of course, before I left, I think I’d moon everybody.
That’s just me. What do you think about Pluto?