As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the current implications 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 46 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 98 in Virgo. It somewhat resembled dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 3756. It sparkled like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I tried for B 165 in Pisces Austrinus. It seemed almost the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down IC 3410. It would be easy to confuse with the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at NGC 5400 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared to be the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook Abell 60. It looked like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for NGC 4215. It reminded me of a spider. Then, I accidentally located M 110 in Ursa Major. It looked exactly like Gollum. Next, I helped a beginner find NGC 4268 in Canis Major. It reminded me of a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I added to my logbook B 213. It appeared as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found NGC 166 in Antlia. It seemed just like George W. Bush. Then, I sketched NGC 4615. It seemed just like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, I sought NGC 4330. It was even more difficult than the invisible man. Then, I jumped to M 12. It was not quite as bright as George W. Bush. After that, I tracked down Abell 97. It gave the appearance of two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I hunted for M 39 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was not quite as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to M 14. It appeared in the eyepiece like the eye of God. Then, I tried B 493. It seemed most like the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 553 in Scutum. It glowed, rather like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I tried B 557. It seemed almost whipped cream. With that checked off my list, I went for M 55 in the western sky. It looked uncannily like black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 242. It was like Alan Rickman. Then, I studied IC 2113. It appeared to be a whale spouting.
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).