As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the current implications of the internet as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 8 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 103. It seemed just like Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at M 38 in Triangulum. It was better than cotton on velvet. Next, I hunted Abell 77. It reminded me of Santa Claus. After that, I added to my logbook M 37. It took me back to the first time I saw George W. Bush. After that, I tracked down B 477. It looked uncannily like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to IC 3211. It appeared at low power like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find Abell 19. It appeared in the eyepiece like Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 47 in Pisces Austrinus. It was a blurry likeness of an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see B 470 in Triangulum. It looked a bit like Demi Moore. Then, I slewed to M 73. It glowed, rather like Demi Moore. Then, I showed some guests IC 376 in Orion. It looked like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.