As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the study of Dilbert as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 41 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 39. It glowed, rather like George W. Bush. Next, I logged IC 2733. It was easy, just like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 57 in Canis Major. It was better than Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook NGC 1630 in Canes Venatici. It seemed almost yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to B 277. It appeared in the eyepiece like blackness. After that, I identified IC 2813 in Sagittarius. It was even more difficult than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I identified Abell 79 in Hydra. It looked exactly like a nebula. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 1490 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It looked exactly like diamonds on black velvet. Then, I glimpsed M 1 in Gemini. It seemed just like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed B 383. It sparkled like diamonds on black velvet.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).