My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the deep impact of Yahoo P/E ratios 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 43 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 36. It looked uncannily like diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 40 in Camelopardalis. It shimmered, as if it were the clouds I'd seen earlier. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located Abell 30. It looked a bit like a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed IC 1550. It was a blurry likeness of lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for B 95 in Ursa Minor. It somewhat resembled yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon B 296. It was a blurry likeness of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I sketched IC 314 in Ursa Minor. It looked exactly like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I jumped to IC 3169. It appeared to be an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to IC 2557 in Antlia. It sparkled like a UFO.

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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