As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 59. It was not quite as bright as the last six objects I'd seen.
After a short break to chat, I hunted for Abell 26. It looked uncannily like diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I tried Abell 54. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located B 551. It shimmered, as if it were a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, I studied Abell 98 in the western sky. It took me back to the first time I saw a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After that, I tracked down IC 2053. It gave the appearance of R2-D2. Next, I looked at M 28. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected M 83. It looked uncannily like the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 14. It somewhat resembled Dubya. Then, I star-hopped to Abell 76. It was like a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located NGC 4842. It appeared at low power like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I tried IC 3515. It looked a bit like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I looked for and suspected IC 3940 in Septans. It was a blurry likeness of Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see M 4. It looked uncannily like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, I went for B 617. It seemed almost a spitting cobra.
After a short break to chat, I hunted for M 9. It reminded me of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
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.