Imagine you’re a by-the-book kind of cop; the kind that keeps to himself but gets the job done. Now imagine that you get into work one morning and the Captain starts screaming for you in his office because the commissioner has been breathing down his neck for your balls in a vice. Not very pleasant at all especially when he wants your gun and your badge and wants you off a case you weren’t even aware you were working on. Now let’s replace the cop with a planet and the Captain with the International Astronomical Union and the book…well that can stay the same but it will have to be edited and re-published and the gun with a…this metaphor is getting out of control… What I’m trying to get at is that Pluto never hurt anybody so why strip it of its title? Or alternately, it’s about time that useless rock did something useful with itself and maybe this is just the motivator it needs. (more…)

Let me transport you to another time. The year is 1939 and the world is on the brink of war.
A young Adolf Hitler is throwing his weight around Europe in army form whilst an even younger nun, Maria (in human form) has found that being a governess is not what Mary Poppins would have us believe.

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