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Pluto is no longer a planet
Aug. 24th, 2006 06:15 pmMost of me is applauding this sensible decision. But a very small part of me is disappointed, for reasons which, at the risk of alienating those of you who didn't know me well as a child by demonstrating conclusive proof that I am Too Weird to be your friend and making those of you who did know me as a kid laugh yourselves sick with remembrance, I'm going to impart.
There was a period, oh, two to three years, around the time when I was nine or ten, when Pluto played an important in my regular imaginations. I had been born there (my sister laughs, "I knew that!"), I was a princess (named Cassandra), and for reasons I no longer remember, I was stuck here on earth and could never return to my home planet for good. However, I could occassionally go back for a visit, but only under certain circumstances, and my mode of travel back there was quite remarkable. Only when I was in the bathroom (more specifically: Only while I was using the toilet) was I able to make the transmogrification into the magical leopard form from which I could leap from the bathroom back to Pluto. And I could only stay there the duration of my stay in the bathroom (which couldn't be too long or someone would tap on the door and ask if I was OK).
There really wasn't much more too it than that, but I still have a deeper fondness for Pluto than for any planet (can't say "any other planet" any more). And before you laugh too hard, think about this - you can't always have something to read with you in the bathroom. Isn't imagining space travel and royal birth a more pleasant way to pass the time than just waiting for your business to be over?
There was a period, oh, two to three years, around the time when I was nine or ten, when Pluto played an important in my regular imaginations. I had been born there (my sister laughs, "I knew that!"), I was a princess (named Cassandra), and for reasons I no longer remember, I was stuck here on earth and could never return to my home planet for good. However, I could occassionally go back for a visit, but only under certain circumstances, and my mode of travel back there was quite remarkable. Only when I was in the bathroom (more specifically: Only while I was using the toilet) was I able to make the transmogrification into the magical leopard form from which I could leap from the bathroom back to Pluto. And I could only stay there the duration of my stay in the bathroom (which couldn't be too long or someone would tap on the door and ask if I was OK).
There really wasn't much more too it than that, but I still have a deeper fondness for Pluto than for any planet (can't say "any other planet" any more). And before you laugh too hard, think about this - you can't always have something to read with you in the bathroom. Isn't imagining space travel and royal birth a more pleasant way to pass the time than just waiting for your business to be over?
