As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the morality of my life's work as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 55 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 64 in Draco. It would be easy to confuse with George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to B 323. It was not quite as bright as cotton on velvet. After that, I slewed to M 76. It was even more difficult than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident Abell 60. It appeared in the eyepiece like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I tried M 95. It would be easy to confuse with cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 3292. It was even more difficult than a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed M 54. It was like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to IC 2865. It was like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down Abell 97 in Septans. It seemed fainter than a far-away cloud.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).