My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the current implications of the universe as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 29 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 2. It appeared in the eyepiece like a waterfall. Then, I studied NGC 5357. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman.

After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I had a chance to see NGC 1308 in Antlia. It looked exactly like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 5712. It took me back to the first time I saw nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I glimpsed Abell 11. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I glimpsed M 101 in Orion. It looked exactly like George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook B 639 in Fornax. It was as bright as a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. With that checked off my list, I jumped to IC 133 in Pisces Austrinus. It sparkled like spent coals, faintly glowing. After that, I had a chance to see NGC 1261. It compared favorably with a spider. Then, I went for B 97. It was not quite as bright as yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook NGC 562. It seemed fainter than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I went for NGC 4457 in Sculptor. It reminded me of Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests M 53 in Sagittarius. It was even more difficult than a whale spouting.

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 spending the evening reading blogs.


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

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