With a crackle and hiss the tiny goblin materialized in the center of the cavernous chamber. Disoriented, he glanced quickly from side to side, taking in the astonished looks of the small party of battle weary adventurers who had summoned him, before, finally and fatefully, looking up into the rapidly descending jaws of an enormous dragon. In a tiny, squeaky, quivering voice he uttered the only words of his brief and ill-fated existence... "oh shit".
Thursday, August 17, 2006
How many planets are there, again?
Apparently, soon to be twelve, with (likely) hundreds more to follow in the next few years. Read about it and why Pluto being a planet could be a bad thing.
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What’s in a name? That which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet
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