It has become quite obvious in recent years that our nomenclature in astronomy is not keeping pace with our discoveries.

The mood was elation. It fully lived up to our expectations.

Now all that's left is a rocky comet corpse.

It's kind of cool knowing there's a six-mile-wide rock in our solar system with my name on it,

Expect 40 to 60 meteors per hour, some of them bright.

It has been an unchallengeable American doctrine that cranberry sauce, a pink goo with overtones of sugared tomatoes, is a delectable necessity of the Thanksgiving board and that turkey is uneatable without it.