My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of chaos theory as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 26 in Lepus. It was not quite as bright as a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located NGC 446. It was not quite as bright as the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 247. It was better than a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I located IC 1750. It looked exactly like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 503. It looked like cotton candy. Then, I tracked down NGC 2434. It seemed just like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I observed Abell 5 in Corvus. It seemed almost whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 1222. It was better than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I accidentally located B 494. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. After that, I slewed to Abell 33. It seemed just like diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to Abell 70. It seemed most like R2-D2.

After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I accidentally located IC 861. It glowed, rather like cotton candy. Then, I found by accident NGC 5727. It seemed almost nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 937. It was a dead ringer for cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I found Abell 2. It took me back to the first time I saw an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I went for Abell 19 in Fornax. It gave the appearance of cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged IC 12. It glowed, rather like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I identified M 23. It appeared to be cream being swirled into hot coffee. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 107. It was a dead ringer for an inflamed monkey butt.

After a short break to cut some cheese, I accidentally located IC 2513. It was a dead ringer for cotton on velvet.

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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.


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

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