As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the inner workings of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 20 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 49 in Hydra. It appeared to be a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at B 575. It looked uncannily like cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I observed NGC 1582. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore. Next, I hunted for M 82. It was even more difficult than the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I hunted for NGC 13 in Ophiuchus. It was easy, just like cotton on velvet. After that, I sought NGC 6268 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed fainter than a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged Abell 86 in Antlia. It was not quite as bright as the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for IC 2208 in Ophiuchus. It would be easy to confuse with the clouds I'd seen earlier. After that, I jumped to B 19. It looked like Miss Piggy.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I looked at B 448. It looked uncannily like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I added to my logbook B 353. It seemed most like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, I stumbled upon Abell 95. It was even more difficult than ripples of water. Next, I sought B 460. It seemed just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After that, I tracked down M 26 in Orion. It seemed fainter than a far-away cloud. After that, I star-hopped to M 33. It appeared to be the eye of God. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to NGC 5806. It somewhat resembled the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to IC 493 in Hydra. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident IC 1035. It was like the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests Abell 18. It appeared in the eyepiece like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
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 Beowulf in Old English.