Uranus is quite pleasant compared to Pluto. If you’ve ever had a dog, you know what I mean; however, the under-worlded canine has been banished from the house of astro—to reign as the under-world in the underworld, for it’s much better to reign in Hell than to be an unwelcome guest in the Heavens. Once, I was down on Venus, and the sulfurous emanations were so repulsive that any gases from Uranus would have been to me as a breath of fresh air. The gas giant planets’ breadth and width is staggering, and their mooning around is getting out of hand. That leaves Mars as the only other good place—since Klingons have now appeared on the rings around Uranus.