My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the current implications of cosmology as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 14 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 43. It seemed fainter than a far-away cloud. Next, I located NGC 6968. It appeared to be a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I slewed to M 68. It took me back to the first time I saw a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found B 425 in Antlia. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for B 419 in Cygnus. It seemed just like lumpy darkness.

After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I jumped to Abell 83. It glowed, rather like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found B 204 in Serpens. It glowed, rather like a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged B 123. It reminded me of George W. Bush. Then, I tried for B 348 in Corvus. It appeared at low power like the face of God.

After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I looked at Abell 99. It appeared to be its Hubble photograph. Next, I showed some guests NGC 1040 in Septans. It was better than a smoke ring.

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 ebola.


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

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