My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the morality of television 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 6 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 29 in Perseus. It reminded me of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I star-hopped to M 43. It shimmered, as if it were ripples of water. Next, I checked off Abell 94. It looked uncannily like a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 3688. It looked exactly like a cantilever bra. After that, I tracked down IC 2584. It was even more difficult than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I hunted for NGC 3054. It took me back to the first time I saw ripples of water. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 272. It appeared at low power like its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon Abell 38. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I observed M 25. It seemed just like diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 2160. It looked like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed IC 1719 in Ursa Minor. It would be easy to confuse with R2-D2. Next, I jumped to IC 426. It reminded me of a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.

After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I hunted IC 2958. It was even more difficult than Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located Abell 9. It sparkled like a swarm of bees. Next, I tried for M 64. It appeared to be R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests Abell 76. It looked exactly like fleecy wool. Next, I found IC 1113 in Virgo. It gave the appearance of cream being swirled into hot coffee.

After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I sought B 588. It seemed just like George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for IC 82. It reminded me of fleecy wool. Then, I looked for and suspected B 474 in Perseus. It seemed fainter than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.

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 internet sex.


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

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