rock me with your termination shock
I realize Pluto is a planetoid of debatable allure in the general public-interest sense, and a mission thereto will probably yield comparatively colorless photo-ops in the strictest anthrobot-on-Mars sense, but the non-frosted Shredded Wheat-eating nerd in me [editorial aside: I don't eat Shredded Wheat; it's wicker, and wicker is for furniture; actually, wicker serves no purpose; it's worthless, like stucco] is thrilled at the prospect of finally pinging that frigid little bastard and its asteroidal mini-moon and its ephemeral atmosphere. Godspeed, little probe.