spacemutants said: So Hank, what's the deal with Pluto right now? Is it a planet or not?
Pluto is not a planet. The IAU (in my book) gets to decide what the definition of a planet is because there has to be a definition and they are by far the most qualified body to define it.
Pluto does not meet that definition, and thus should not be considered a planet. I agree with their definition, but even if I didn’t I would submit to it because I am not an expert.
Recently, three people sat in a room and argued about whether pluto was a planet. The audience then voted…and they voted that Pluto was a planet. That, of course, means nothing. If you want random groups of people to define scientific terms…it’s going to be hard to get any actual science done.
pluto is a planet again it’s like the time sir arthur conan doyle killed off sherlock holmes and the fans terrorized him into bringing him back
Get your spooky on with this movie list which are all available on Netflix for you to watch! I will also be adding a none netflix STREAMING link for those who live in Narnia like I do :D
1.Nosferatu. (link) Vampire Count Orlok expresses interest in a new residence and…
Creepy monster drawing by Don Kenn. All of them were drawn on post its. More of his work here
My favorite thing about these is how fed up the kids look
Monster: Ooooooooo I’m coming for your flesh oooooooooo
Kid: Dude seriously I’m busy, can’t you go monster somewhere else for once?
CLAIRE NOVAK’S BACK AND I AM CURIOUS AS TO WHAT THEY’RE GONNA DO WITH HER OTHER THAN BE AN INSTRUMENT THAT FUELS CASTIEL’S NEVER-ENDING GUILT
WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: EGYPT
Perhaps the most ancient school still in operation, the Egyptian School for Young Sorcerers is a grand palace disguised to muggle eyes as an insurmountable sand dune that no one has ever had the audacity to climb. In the heart of the palace is a spacious courtyard with a kaleidoscope of blossoming flowers, meandering cats oblivious to their surroundings, and pools of glimmering aquamarine, filled with a continual supply of water drawn through underground tunnels from the Nile, for leisure use on days when the heat is unbearable. The school boasts a vast chamber of books and scrolls (a number of which was salvaged from the library of Alexandria) , some dating back to the age of Hatshepsut. Students can often be found draped lazily over chairs and large cushions reading for hours on end. According to rumoured legend, there is a concealed room with hieroglyphics holding spells to prolonging life and communing with the gods, although its discovery remains unachievable as (unbeknownst to students) its location changes every day, and those who have had the luck of stumbling upon it by accident often find themselves with a sudden academic dilemma in great need of immediate resolution (although they never seem to remember what it was that sent them stumbling through their professor’s doors).
October “Toby” Daye was in many ways my first “real” protagonist. She was complicated, she was sad, she was bruised and refusing to break, and she was not afraid to put her duty ahead of her desire to be liked. She bullied her way through the world she was created to inhabit, looking at every complication that stood in her way and saying “No, you move.” After a lifetime spent moving dolls through stories, it was like I finally had a real person to follow and document. I started writing her adventures, and sending them out to people I trusted to read and review. Midway through either the second or the third book—I don’t remember anymore—I got a note from one of my proofers saying “You can’t have Toby do this, she’s always been a little bitchy, but this makes her a total bitch. No one will like her if she does this.”
I panicked. I couldn’t write a series about an unlikeable character! I’d never get published, no one else would ever meet my imaginary friends, and everything I’d worked for my whole life would be over, all because Toby was unlikeable.
Then I took a deep breath, and wrote back to the proofer requesting that they do a find/replace on the .doc, and plug in the name “Harry Dresden” for every instance of “October Daye.” They did, and lo and behold, what had been “bitchy” and “inappropriate” was suddenly “bold” and “assertive.” A male character in the same situation, with the same background, taking the same actions, was completely in the right, justified, and draped with glory. He was a hero. Toby? Toby was an unlikeable bitch.
The proofer withdrew the compliant. I have never forgotten it.