My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the current state of the human spirit as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 36 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 65 in the western sky. It looked uncannily like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I sought NGC 4991. It reminded me of Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located B 42 in Pisces Austrinus. It was better than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to IC 422. It looked exactly like whipped cream. After that, I nudged my telescope to M 93. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. Then, I looked at NGC 3489. It was a blurry likeness of Dubya. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to NGC 4881. It appeared at low power like black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I showed some guests Abell 75. It compared favorably with cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I logged Abell 38 in Canes Venatici. It appeared in the eyepiece like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted Abell 65. It looked uncannily like two scoops of spumoni ice cream.

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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