As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of Dilbert as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. 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 21. It shimmered, as if it were cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to NGC 553 in Sagittarius. It seemed almost yet another globular. After that, I added to my logbook IC 2527. It was easy, just like an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought NGC 4875 in Triangulum. It was like a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to B 83. It seemed most like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I hunted for NGC 4275 in Ursa Minor. It took me back to the first time I saw a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I logged Abell 37. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, I jumped to Abell 45. It was not quite as bright as its Hubble photograph. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to NGC 2046. It appeared in the eyepiece like the eye of God. Then, I star-hopped to IC 3962. It reminded me of the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I accidentally located Abell 32. It glowed, rather like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I tried for M 7. It seemed just like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried M 72. It looked like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 39 in Fornax. It seemed almost a spider. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 3206. It appeared to be desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified B 406 in Ophiuchus. It was not quite as bright as blackness. With that checked off my list, I found by accident IC 3014. It glowed, rather like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I checked off NGC 1703. It looked a bit like Miss Piggy.
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.