My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the inner workings of my 401K as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 27 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 82. It was not quite as bright as spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I checked off M 106. It reminded me of the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted IC 3065 in Hydra. It seemed most like Alan Rickman. After that, I added to my logbook B 345 in Serpens. It appeared at low power like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I nudged my telescope to Abell 54 in Septans. It was like Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed NGC 1839 in Corvus. It would be easy to confuse with a little triangle. After that, I showed some guests M 93 in Sculptor. It was better than diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located Abell 56. It reminded me of the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down Abell 26 in Cygnus. It seemed most like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I tried IC 664. It appeared at low power like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified Abell 43. It was even more difficult than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I tried M 87 in Corvus. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected M 74 in Sagittarius. It appeared to be nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I went for NGC 5902. It was easy, just like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I tried for IC 497. It reminded me of nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located IC 3942. It was a blurry likeness of a whale spouting. Next, I hunted M 102. 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 internet sex.


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

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