I’m watching “True Blood” — I’m always at least three years behind on things (the only amazing show that I got into from the get go was “Mad Men”), so I’m mid-way through the first season, and a character (who annoys the living daylights out of me 98% of the time) mentioned that just as Pluto’s no longer a planet, the brontosaurus is no longer a dinosaur. Hadn’t heard about the bronto; looked it up; it’s true: apparently one man found a bunch of bones and put them together and named it, and then a second man found a bunch of bones (from the same type of dinosaur), didn’t know about the first man, and named it, and “brontosaurus” was the second man’s name for it so it doesn’t count. What ho. Eight planets and one less dinosaur. No more floppies. By the way, loving “True Blood”: it’s a sublimely pulpy romp with a touch of camp and a spritz of grit, if at times a touch overwrought (I’m not really buying the central romance, though I concede it has made for some good TV). Cool cover of Stones’ “Play With Fire” during the credits at the end of this episode (the seventh).