As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Doonsbury 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 48 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 47. It seemed fainter than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I tracked down B 616. It glowed, rather like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located B 49. It seemed most like blackness. With that checked off my list, I slewed to Abell 11 in Fornax. It looked exactly like cotton on velvet. Next, I located M 54. It seemed just like George W. Bush. Next, I glimpsed B 480. It would be easy to confuse with Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found M 107. It took me back to the first time I saw nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I observed IC 1656. It was a blurry likeness of Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 3105. It looked a bit like a far-away cloud. Next, I observed NGC 2274. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I found IC 1135. It was a dead ringer for an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I stumbled upon M 85. It compared favorably with its Hubble photograph. After that, I hunted IC 2405. It was easy, just like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off M 75. It looked exactly like cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out B 415. It seemed almost Santa Claus. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 4586. It was better than the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to NGC 6267. It was even more difficult than an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 42. It was not quite as bright as the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I added to my logbook IC 1224. It shimmered, as if it were black pearls on flocked paper.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.