My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the deep impact of tight underwear as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. 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 29. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down IC 2288. It seemed most like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located IC 135. It glowed, rather like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.

After a short break to empty my output buffers, I added to my logbook Abell 74. It compared favorably with Alan Rickman. After that, I looked at Abell 15 in Canis Major. It appeared to be two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 14 in Ophiuchus. It was as bright as a waterfall.

After a short break to drink a slurpie, I tried for M 38. It seemed most like R2-D2.

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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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