As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the current state of Dilbert as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 38 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 39 in the western sky. It seemed just like the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I sketched Abell 24 in Triangulum. It was a blurry likeness of dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for B 57. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I hunted IC 1534. It was not quite as bright as George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I observed IC 185 in Virgo. It was like desert sand. After that, I stumbled upon M 35. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. Next, I looked for and suspected IC 2445. It gave the appearance of a spitting cobra. After that, I had a chance to see Abell 54. It was like a nebula. Then, I showed some guests NGC 15. It appeared at low power like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I checked off IC 1173 in Fornax. It somewhat resembled one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I studied B 349 in Orion. It somewhat resembled the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected B 568 in Canes Venatici. It was even more difficult than Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for B 338 in Lepus. It seemed almost diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I tried for Abell 95. It was not quite as bright as R2-D2. Next, I hunted for B 500 in Ophiuchus. It shimmered, as if it were a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found B 73. It was not quite as bright as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 3375. It was better than the invisible man. Then, I star-hopped to IC 1748. It looked like cotton candy. After that, I looked at IC 2596. It was even more difficult than a glimmer of the Big Bang.
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 a State of the Union address.