As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of television as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 43 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 90 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was a blurry likeness of its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to NGC 4104 in Cygnus. It glowed, rather like cream being swirled into hot coffee. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for NGC 2825 in Septans. It seemed just like whipped cream. Then, I tracked down M 99 in Ursa Minor. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. Next, I found by accident B 430. It looked a bit like blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook NGC 3285. It appeared in the eyepiece like its Hubble photograph. After that, I tried for Abell 30 in Draco. It reminded me of Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at M 56. It was even more difficult than Smokey the Bear. After that, I star-hopped to M 32. It gave the appearance of whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon IC 163. It appeared to be desert sand.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.