My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of this Pale Blue Dot we call home 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 44 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 65. It was not quite as bright as Gollum. Then, I added to my logbook IC 3995. It looked exactly like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I checked off NGC 4898. It appeared in the eyepiece like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 103 in Corvus. It was even more difficult than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 128 in Lyra. It was as bright as a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 3991. It was a blurry likeness of cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I hunted for B 382. It appeared to be a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to M 92. It reminded me of fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought NGC 4006. It was even more difficult than R2-D2. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 404. It reminded me of a far-away cloud. After that, I hunted NGC 1730. It seemed fainter than spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I studied NGC 4504. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I jumped to NGC 3888 in Virgo. It glowed, rather like an inflamed monkey butt.

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 internet sex.


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

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