My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the morality of Norse mythology 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 48 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 75 in Ursa Minor. It shimmered, as if it were Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 6. It would be easy to confuse with diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I studied NGC 343. It seemed most like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I slewed to B 124. It was easy, just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon IC 63. It looked exactly like desert sand.

After a short break to do some yoga, I identified Abell 5. It looked exactly like the invisible man. After that, I looked at Abell 81. It looked uncannily like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.

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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