My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the current state of television as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 22 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 59. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. Next, I logged Abell 69. It appeared at low power like a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I located B 581 in Virgo. It took me back to the first time I saw dancing elephants. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out IC 1036 in Septans. It shimmered, as if it were a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, for a real challenge, I logged Abell 64. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident Abell 62. It was not quite as bright as fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I checked off Abell 94. It gave the appearance of a UFO.

After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I stumbled upon IC 1013 in Virgo. It was a blurry likeness of cotton candy.

After a short break to chat, I tried B 239. It was a dead ringer for an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I accidentally located NGC 5501. It would be easy to confuse with Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I hunted NGC 2673. It appeared as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to NGC 6127. It reminded me of a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 90. It compared favorably with its Hubble photograph. Next, I showed some guests IC 1253 in Pisces Austrinus. It seemed almost lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off M 55. It appeared to be a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, I observed NGC 2231. It was even more difficult than the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon IC 1979 in Canes Venatici. It was easy, just like Alan Rickman.

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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).


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

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