As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the popularity of Dilbert as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 14 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 55. It reminded me of a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 22 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared to be smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I observed Abell 33. It looked like R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged M 68. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman.
After a short break to check my email, I hunted Abell 1. It somewhat resembled George W. Bush. After that, I found Abell 95. It appeared to be a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 18. It appeared at low power like yet another globular. After that, I identified M 9. It appeared in the eyepiece like cotton on velvet. Then, I showed some guests B 164 in Serpens. It shimmered, as if it were cotton on velvet. Then, I showed some guests IC 1308. It compared favorably with a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified B 105. It somewhat resembled the eye of God. Next, I tried for M 97. It somewhat resembled Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located Abell 97. It reminded me of cream being swirled into hot coffee. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see M 101 in Ursa Minor. It was even more difficult than the last six objects I'd seen.
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 a kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.