As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the popularity of Dilbert as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 33 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 65. It seemed almost Gollum. Next, I jumped to Abell 93. It appeared as a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged IC 1427 in Serpens. It was as bright as lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged M 84. It gave the appearance of the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for IC 3858. It was easy, just like blackness. After that, I slewed to Abell 10. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. After that, I stumbled upon IC 2440 in Perseus. It gave the appearance of desert sand. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see NGC 6643 in Cygnus. It was better than dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I looked at IC 3157. It took me back to the first time I saw a whale spouting. Then, I hunted B 4. It appeared to be a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed B 583. It reminded me of the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 282. It appeared to be Smokey the Bear. Next, I sought B 604. It seemed almost cream being swirled into hot coffee.
After a short break to do some yoga, I went for B 402. It appeared to be the invisible man. After that, I tracked down M 97 in Camelopardalis. It looked uncannily like diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I jumped to NGC 4898 in Ursa Major. It seemed fainter than Dubya. Next, I logged B 411. It reminded me of a nebula.
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 sex.