My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the morality of my life's work 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 9 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 63. It took me back to the first time I saw Alan Rickman. After that, I tracked down B 368. It seemed almost Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located B 101 in Canes Venatici. It was easy, just like cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected Abell 2. It shimmered, as if it were a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find M 23. It appeared at low power like George W. Bush. Then, I found B 478. It somewhat resembled nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I added to my logbook Abell 17. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I located NGC 4635. It was a blurry likeness of the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I looked at IC 3832. It appeared as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 2426. It seemed almost the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident M 105. It was easy, just like Smokey the Bear. Next, I sketched IC 781. It sparkled like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to IC 3108 in Camelopardalis. It was a blurry likeness of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 38. It looked like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I jumped to Abell 22 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared in the eyepiece like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 77. It reminded me of 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 reading observing reports.


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

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