As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 44. It seemed almost Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed B 412. It seemed just like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I located B 137. It was a dead ringer for Gollum. Then, I hunted for B 529. It looked uncannily like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I studied NGC 5716. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. Next, I identified Abell 32 in Camelopardalis. It was a dead ringer for a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at NGC 5023. It gave the appearance of one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.