As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the study of Dilbert as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 12 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 105. It was better than cotton on velvet. After that, I found Abell 51. It shimmered, as if it were dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched NGC 3404 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked a bit like ripples of water. After that, I slewed to IC 2757 in Lepus. It was a blurry likeness of a glimmer of the Big Bang. With that checked off my list, I hunted for IC 2048 in Canis Major. It appeared in the eyepiece like a smoke ring. Next, I jumped to M 27. It appeared as a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 1719 in that confusing part of Virgo. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman. Next, I tried Abell 50. It was not quite as bright as the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted M 30. It was like dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I sought Abell 8 in Hydra. It gave the appearance of cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located B 242. It appeared at low power like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I logged NGC 1964. It seemed just like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I added to my logbook B 21. It was even more difficult than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I went for M 87 in Lyra. It was better than a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After that, I identified Abell 65. It was as bright as Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).