My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of the universe as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 54 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 70. It glowed, rather like a nebula. Next, I tried for NGC 5662. It looked a bit like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to NGC 6089. It was better than lumpy darkness. Next, I went for Abell 54 in Septans. It looked like George W. Bush. Next, I checked out B 545 in Virgo. It was even more difficult than a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for Abell 3. It shimmered, as if it were its Hubble photograph. Then, I found Abell 63 in Triangulum. It glowed, rather like Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for B 164. It took me back to the first time I saw Dubya. Then, I had a chance to see NGC 4149. It reminded me of dandruff on black satin pajamas.

After a short break to warm up in the car, I found B 584. It was even more difficult than a spitting cobra.

After a short break to empty my output buffers, I looked for and suspected M 31 in Serpens. It was like a nebula. Next, I jumped to M 40. It shimmered, as if it were whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought M 18. It looked exactly like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth.

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.


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

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