My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of the internet as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 3 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 104. It was as bright as a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I slewed to M 2 in Sculptor. It seemed almost Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located M 93. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I hunted B 294 in Sculptor. It compared favorably with Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to IC 3060. It appeared at low power like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I star-hopped to Abell 38 in Scorpius. It glowed, rather like Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I looked at B 127. It would be easy to confuse with a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected Abell 47. It reminded me of cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I added to my logbook M 54 in Orion. It was like a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out NGC 4023 in the western sky. It shimmered, as if it were Alan Rickman.

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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.


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

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