My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 34 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 34 in Triangulum. It was better than lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at NGC 3526. It appeared at low power like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I sought B 378. It seemed fainter than Smokey the Bear. After that, I logged IC 1980. It looked uncannily like cotton on velvet. Then, I located NGC 5402 in Canes Venatici. It sparkled like its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to IC 3503. It sparkled like a nebula. Next, I sought Abell 84. It glowed, rather like a swarm of bees.

After a short break to cut some cheese, I accidentally located NGC 4805. It sparkled like a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located M 53. It reminded me of the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests B 39. It seemed most like the eye of God. After that, I sketched IC 2864. It was even more difficult than whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off B 451 in Septans. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. After that, I looked for and suspected M 91. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. Then, I found NGC 2534 in Orion. It was even more difficult than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I studied IC 803. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down NGC 2330 in Ursa Major. It seemed just like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to Abell 3 in Lynx. It appeared as desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to B 362. It would be easy to confuse with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I slewed to NGC 4740. It reminded me of spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied IC 2542 in Lynx. It appeared as one of Martha Stewart's doilies.

Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than ebola.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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