My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of cosmology as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 1 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 95. It was a dead ringer for cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I jumped to B 235. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra. After that, I sketched Abell 90. It seemed almost cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I observed Abell 65. It was better than Dubya. After that, I looked at IC 1387. It seemed fainter than a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 3146. It compared favorably with a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 89. It reminded me of R2-D2.

After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I sought B 453. It looked like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 1447. It was better than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 93 in Camelopardalis. It shimmered, as if it were Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied Abell 90 in Perseus. It looked like a little triangle. Next, I star-hopped to NGC 5823 in Canes Venatici. It seemed fainter than black pearls on flocked paper.

After a short break to listen to Mozart, I observed Abell 63. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.

After a short break to do some yoga, I tried for IC 3456 in Perseus. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool. After that, I stumbled upon B 544. It took me back to the first time I saw yet another globular. Then, I sketched NGC 2430. It took me back to the first time I saw a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted B 283. It was like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I tracked down M 81. It was a blurry likeness of blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 4464. It reminded me of Demi Moore.

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 reading observing reports.


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

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