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September 14, 2006
Astronomers, hung over and itching in naughty places from their recent convention, find distant fluffy planet [Clyde Tombaugh]
Well. Must have been Thursday. File the reports, stuff the grant request packets.
And discover a fluff ball.
They have dubbed this one HAT-P-1. Well, whoop-de-fuckin-do.
I'm calling it Androgynous PAT-1.
S'right. I still get some naming privileges, up here in the cosmos.
I swear I don't understand these goofballs anymore. Astronomy used to be a man's job. We were men. Manly men. Finding planets, comparing plates.
These goobers? Good grief. Get em a little liquored up, a couple of hookers winking at their horn-rimmed spectacles, and they are completely outta control.
They actually don't KNOW what it is, but emboldened by their hangovers, they guess it is a ball of hydrogen and helium.
Together at last.
Hydrogen and helium,
live together in equilibrium,
side by side on my Hubbell key-board
Oh Lord why can't we?