My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the morality of economic theory as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 51 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 10. It appeared at low power like the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to B 27 in Ursa Minor. It seemed most like a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I tracked down M 61 in Orion. It appeared at low power like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see B 639. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. Then, I slewed to IC 356. It was like dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I looked at B 238 in Fornax. It was even more difficult than cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, I nudged my telescope to Abell 50. It looked a bit like diamonds on light grey velvet.

After a short break to empty my output buffers, I tried IC 1097 in Ursa Minor. It looked like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down IC 3072 in Sculptor. It somewhat resembled the last six objects I'd seen.

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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.


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

(Don't forget to hit reload.)