We get it. OK? We get it.
10 years ago I was 18 years old and just starting college. I barely knew what I was going to eat for dinner let alone plan a space odyssey lasting a decade and traveling nearly 3 million miles.
10 years ago I got lost in the neighborhood I now live in and thought a faux-hawk was a good hairstyle choice. All the while you and your cohorts planned a mission to finalize the exploration of ALL THE PLANETS IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM!
You planned a mission 10 years in advance that required a literal perfect scenario. New Horizons had to be in the exact right position in the exact right time otherwise it would just take a picture of nothing. Nothing, like the sum total of all the things I’ve ever planned that far in advance.
Honestly, the only thing I’ve ever really planned was Stax’s 30th birthday (You’re welcome by the way) which, while really cool, did not mark a milestone in space exploration for years to come… I don’t think at least.
So, yeah. We get it. You’re awesome NASA. You’re really good at planning things and I’m super happy for you.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to start planning my 40th birthday.
P.S. A little Pluto Love Here