My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the popularity of world hunger as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 24 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 15. It looked uncannily like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I observed IC 3071. It was not quite as bright as a whale spouting. After that, I helped a beginner find B 467. It looked like the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I observed Abell 84. It was even more difficult than its Hubble photograph. Next, I tried for B 471. It was as bright as a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed IC 715. It was like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I tried for Abell 96. It looked a bit like Gollum. After that, I hunted NGC 5706. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I studied B 383. It appeared to be Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 45 in Hydra. It took me back to the first time I saw dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I logged B 411. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I found IC 1256. It would be easy to confuse with whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 49. It would be easy to confuse with one of Martha Stewart's doilies.

After a short break to listen to Mozart, I hunted for NGC 550 in Draco. It was not quite as bright as a little triangle.

After a short break to cut some cheese, I tried B 273. It gave the appearance of Alan Rickman.

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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.


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

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