My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the higher implications of my 401K as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 8 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 75. It appeared to be a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought IC 3292. It appeared as a spitting cobra. After that, I logged IC 1799. It looked uncannily like dancing elephants. Then, I logged Abell 59. It was better than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, I checked out B 182. It reminded me of a cantilever bra.

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) .

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