As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the popularity 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 32 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 33. It seemed almost blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located M 20 in Ursa Minor. It was even more difficult than Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I studied NGC 1206 in Serpens. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I went for Abell 61. It was even more difficult than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, I star-hopped to M 16. It seemed just like Dubya. Next, I slewed to B 238. It would be easy to confuse with lumpy darkness.
After a short break to check my email, I sketched Abell 32. It was not quite as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I located M 108. It was even more difficult than a little triangle. After that, I added to my logbook IC 612. It was not quite as bright as Miss Piggy. Then, I found by accident Abell 97. It appeared at low power like a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought B 231. It reminded me of the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down IC 586. It appeared to be ripples of water.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I located Abell 36. It reminded me of Dubya. Next, I found M 65. It compared favorably with a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I logged NGC 2701. It seemed most like Alan Rickman. Next, I had a chance to see B 114. It seemed almost that graph in An Unpleasant Truth.
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 a State of the Union address.