My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the popularity of tight underwear as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 2 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12. It gave the appearance of a far-away cloud.

After a short break to drink a slurpie, I hunted for IC 1621. It seemed almost Dubya. After that, I showed some guests M 49 in Pisces Austrinus. It gave the appearance of a cantilever bra. Then, I sketched IC 914 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It somewhat resembled that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After that, I hunted Abell 85. It was even more difficult than Gollum. Next, I logged IC 928. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I checked off IC 2476. It was better than a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find Abell 2. It was like Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at Abell 68. It seemed most like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I helped a beginner find M 52. It gave the appearance of spent coals, faintly glowing.

After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I went for NGC 843. It was a dead ringer for the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to NGC 1872 in Camelopardalis. It looked uncannily like a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 2233. It reminded me of desert sand. Then, I accidentally located B 368. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I sketched M 58. It appeared to be a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find M 74 in Sculptor. It somewhat resembled a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged NGC 57. It would be easy to confuse with two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 15 in Cygnus. It was as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.

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 taking an elevator during a Stage 3 alert.


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

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