At an antique store, I picked up an informative documentary called “The Planets”, produced by The National Film Board of Canada in 1955. I learned ever so much from it:
The moon looks a lot like the Rockies, but with a bunch of swirling stars behind the peaks. If, in the far distant future, man ever goes there, he’d better bring an atmosphere, for without it, he’d surely die in 120 seconds–no more, no less.
And, judging from the title, yes, apparently the moon is a planet.
Did you know that absolutely shit-all is known about Venus except that it’s shrouded in what could be smoke or mist or clouds or something else mysterious and mind-boggling and ooh-isn’t-it-fascinating?
Mars, it seems, is covered by a complex network of rivers that feed into lakes surrounded by forests that turn from green to red with the seasons. Chances are very good that sentient life exists on Mars, but the Martians must be very different from us, since there’s no oxygen there.
And apparently, there is no Neptune. That, or all they could find to say about it was so dull they decided it best to skip right to Pluto after Uranus. Or maybe their count was thrown off, what with the inclusion of the moon and all.