Posted on 07/12/2016 8:03:24 AM PDT by BenLurkin
Pluto isn't quite as lonely as scientists had thought.
Astronomers have discovered another dwarf planet in the Kuiper Belt, the ring of icy objects beyond Neptune. But this newfound world, dubbed 2015 RR245, is much more distant than Pluto, orbiting the sun once every 700 Earth years, scientists said. (Pluto completes one lap around the sun every 248 Earth years.)
"The icy worlds beyond Neptune trace how the giant planets formed and then moved out from the sun," discovery team member Michele Bannister, of the University of Victoria in British Columbia, said in a statement. "They let us piece together the history of our solar system."
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The exact size of 2015 RR245 is not yet known, but the researchers think it's about 435 miles (700 kilometers) wide. Pluto is the largest resident of the Kuiper Belt, with a diameter of 1,474 miles (2,371 km).
The research team first spotted 2015 RR245 in February of this year, while poring over images that the Canada-France-Hawaii Telescope in Hawaii took in September 2015 as part of the ongoing Outer Solar System Origins Survey (OSSOS).
"There it was on the screen — this dot of light moving so slowly that it had to be at least twice as far as Neptune from the sun," Bannister said.
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Not as much as I do! LOL! I think I need a face transplant. Or some radical plastic surgery in a few places!
LOL!
Morning, nully. You should sleep!
I got up at 4:40 because Jake wanted out of the bedroom. I didn’t know Jake was in the bedroom. Also, I had a “Hamilton” earworm.
And that’s the whole kitteh truth!
I’m heading for the laundry room, since I have a key! ;o] I had to give myself time to surf the news this morning. And I see where MSNBC says Wall Street claims Killary will win in a landslide. Boy! I sure needed that laugh this morning! :o]) </political rant
And so, I’m off...
Have fun (as my kids say). I’m encouraging DP to take everyone with a pulse to the gym, so I can mop.
Nahhh, yer much purdier than me.
I hate getting those Hamilton-Beach blender earworms in my sleep.
I try to go outside when one of the guys is using the blender. It’s about my least-favorite sound.
I just dropped a knife on my foot, but fortunately it wasn’t very sharp and I’m wearing socks.
Back and done.
I just got a call from Busdaddy’s home security system that one of the motion detectors went off, and they couldn’t get him on the phone.
They said no response team had been called (Metro) so I just sent him a text. I’m looking at my watch and thinking, “Who the heck is calling me at THIS hour of the morning?” Hahaha. I’ve done my good deed for the day.
I hung the flag and said the Pledge, so all I need is one of my American Flag T-shirts, and I’m good to go.
Now, I need to go have a breathing treatment.
No BBQ for me today, unless someone else cooks and invites me!
T’anks, bro! I could try to grow a beard and then we could be twins! ;o]
I’m so excited about your house! When next you come down, you will have to bring pics for me. (Please?)
The frail neighbor whose significant other is cooling his heels in jail, has told various stories about the injury to her right foot, one of which was that she dropped a knife on it. Yeah. Right. (”A BIG knife.”) She let it go until the wound was gangrenous and then the fun began. Two trips to the ER and two weeks’ worth of daily visits by a nurse to clean and dress the wound. She is lucky she still has a foot.
And that’s my gossip for the day... ;o]
You think her SO stabbed her in the foot?
DP took all the people then vertical to the gym so I could mop. I was finished the kitchen and moving the dining room furniture around when Bill showed up, made himself coffee, and left coffee grounds on the floor I’d just mopped. So I went into the living room to tell him to come clean up his coffee grounds, and he had his foot on the sofa, knee up to his chin, as he sat there beebering away.
In summary, I sympathize with stabbing a person in the foot, if it’s the particular person who really deserves it.
But on the other hand, there is light at the end of the tunnel: he’s got a full-time job at the grocery store! It’s not integrated digital marketing and promotion, but it’s 40 hours with benefits, so we can set a firm deadline for him to MOVE OUT. I’ll even buy him a major household article, if I’m not buying him a prosthetic extremity by then.
Don't make any firm commitments; prosthetic extremities can cost you an arm and a leg.
Well, he’s still on our health insurance policy until the end of the calendar year.
No one really knows what happened to her foot, but the stabbing story sometimes includes the term “butcher knife,” but I keep thinking the handle might hit first.
She won’t even admit he is in jail, most times.
Ooooh...coffee grounds on a clean floor...mayhem would ensue were it up to me. Yes, a place of his own is what’s called for. Quickly. Before the artificial extremity become fact.
When it’s just him, a roommate, and all their six-legged companions ... I will snicker and make him presents of Black Flag Ant & Roach Spray.
LOL!
A mother always knows best.
You sure he will even notice his six-legged friends?
*shudder*
I keep that stuff on hand. One never knows when a small feather will pretend to be a large cockroach.
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