प्लेनेटरी Nebula

My definition of a planetary nebula is firstly one I can see with my beady eye if I stretch lengthways across the ridgeway in the dark matter(found easily by going directly north when England is the right way up on the globe) and concentrate at least. I can't be thinking about cricket or any some such nonsense and slowly but surely if I am respectful with my attention, I will see an emission nebula consisting of an expanding glowing shell of ionized gas and plasma ejected during the asymptotic giant branch phase of certain types of stars late in their life.

To give you some history from the wickedpedia, the name originated with their first discovery in the 18th century because of their similarity in appearance to giant planets (and scizzletops) when viewed through small optical telescopes (or along the ridgeway), and is otherwise unrelated to the planets of the solar system. They are a relatively short-lived phenomenon, lasting a few tens of thousands of years, compared to a typical stellar lifetime of several billion years.

At the end of the star's life, during the red giant phase, the outer layers of the star are expelled via pulsations and strong stellar winds. Without these opaque layers, the remaining core of the star shines brightly and is very hot. The ultraviolet radiation emitted by this core ionizes the ejected outer layers of the star which radiate as a planetary nebula.

I know a ballerina who likes the stars and he also works part-time for NASA in their cultural space collaboration thing bringing together artists and astronauts project and he gives astronauts dance tips.

A new story you say? NOOOOOO I roared I was a GIANT with tall mechanical legs, sleeping peacefully until stupid little Jack Horner midget and bain of my life pinched me between my toes "WAKE UP YOU FAT LOUT" he screamed. "You idiot boy and I'll stamp on your head" I said. But then I realised I was male and a giant... I could hardly believe what I saw when I peaked in my trousers. I picked up the little Jack betweet my fingers and asked him if he wanted to be set free- he nodded his head vigourously- I was trapping his chest my mistake with my fingers. So I asked him which mode of transportation he would like- with the suggestion of being pinged out the window ( I knew he would bounce), I nodded his head for him because I wanted to ping him, so I set him on the end of my huge giant finger and flipped him out the window. I saw him dive with his hands at his side aiming for the pond outside. I think he landed ok as I could hear tiny little screaches of delight 'yeeeeh free from the wicked hairy giant'.
To be or not to be. They lost their contact with the world. They lived in a world of dreams. It seems they are quicker than the communists are able to be...(this is the beginning of the next dream walk)