My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the deep impact of television 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 0 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 39 in Sculptor. It glowed, rather like the last six objects I'd seen.

After a short break to empty my output buffers, I hunted for IC 3477. It was a dead ringer for Miss Piggy. After that, I hunted for IC 2323. It appeared to be a waterfall. With that checked off my list, I jumped to Abell 55. It was not quite as bright as spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 16. It took me back to the first time I saw an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to M 30 in Ursa Minor. It reminded me of cotton candy.

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 stacking 400 Mars images by hand.


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

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