So long, and thanks for all the memories

Well, it's official. Pluto is no longer a planet. For those of us that grew up with that little ball of ice being the ninth planet, it's sad to think that Neptune is the end of the planetary system. Sort of. While Pluto is no longer a planet, it is still a "planetary body."
Pluto has been demoted to the status of a dwarf planet. While it's still a part of our solar system, and it hasn't been reduced to one of Neptune's moons, it's no longer what we really classify as a planet. It's moon, Charon, will still be considered it's satellite, and 2003 UB313 (nicknamed Xena by the man/virgin that discovered it) will also be considered a dwarf planet.
What does this mean to us? Well, a change in science books is going to be necessary, and that really is the most pressing matter. That and the acronym MVEMJSUNP will no longer be accurate.
So, good-bye Pluto, it's been a good run. We wish you well in your new status as a dwarf planet, with all the ridicule and torture that will bring from the other planets.

Doing As I'm Told

So, I've been nagged, harassed, and generally tortured about the fact that I haven't updated my blog since the World Cup started...which has been a while. The truth of the matter is that I haven't had much to talk about. I finished my summer semester, passed everything, and have been working throughout. While I've managed to make a few trips down to Richmond to see April, there really hasn't been much of note in my life. The only excitement has been the drama at work, and that doesn't really count as excitement so much as a headache. Let me explain.
About two weeks ago, we had ABC agents in the bar. Everything was going well enough, everybody was getting carded, we (at least those of us behind the bar) were doing everything we could to make sure that no minors got drinks.
I'm turning to make a drink when I hear breaking glass. I turn, and there are two guys on the ground fighting. Now, I use the term "guys" loosely, because combined these two probably weighed just more than I do. I weigh 230 pounds on a bad day. Dave, one of the bartenders, went over the bar to break up the fight, Taylor, our bouncer, was breaking up the fight, and Mike and Rick, two of my regulars (Mike's a cop), were breaking up the fight. Four grown men pulling apart these two skinny little kids. Sounds like enough right, even with me coming around the corner and pulling people back out of the way. I would have thought so, but it seems that the ABC Agents disagreed, because they came in like a pair of cowboys and pepper sprayed the area. Now, I could understand the use of pepper spray if there had been a large fight, or if they had felt personally threatened...but they were never involved in the fight, never physically tried to remove the combatants, and they weren't even small men. They were both over 6'2", and weighed more then me. Not small men. So yeah, the bar was pepper sprayed, we closed early, didn't make any money, and was coughing up a lung for most of the night from pepper spray inhalation. Good times.
So, yeah, this is the excitement of my life....bar fights.
Blog is updated.
I have done as I'm told.
Except for get a hair cut.
Which will get done......some day.