My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of television as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 72 in Antlia. It glowed, rather like an inflamed monkey butt.

After a short break to warm up in the car, I sought Abell 47. It was better than George W. Bush. Next, I observed B 72. It seemed almost Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I studied M 64. It somewhat resembled 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I tried NGC 346. It appeared at low power like a cantilever bra. Then, I went for Abell 56. It shimmered, as if it were George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 1629. It looked exactly like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I tracked down B 117. It seemed almost fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests Abell 82. It was even more difficult than Smokey the Bear.

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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