Here it is as of right now: the xeroxed sections taped together, lovingly placed under plexiglass. (What a mess this work space is. I try very hard to get it organized, but the fundamental problem isn't disorder, it is excess and gluttony. I simply need to throw out/give away/fob off a lot of stuff. But every time I pick up an object I think, "Maybe I'll need that some day." When would I possibly need an entire tub of old wooden spools? I don't know but imagine I do and then how will I feel when they are long gone? Pretty ridiculous, right? So there they stay, along with a thousand pounds of other things I have squirrelled away in here and never use. [See those blue spools? Fifteen 1 pound spools of 100% extemely itchy wool in "grenadier" from the 1950s. Why? What could I possibly do with such things? I have no idea but there they are.])
Here's a closer look. It's a pretty cool image, even in b/w. Stan Lee sure had a gift for drafting a dramatic, action-packed image. (I'm not so impressed with the dialogue but I suppose Oscar Wildesque wit--or even P. G. Wodehouse ["I say steady on there, old chap, what?"]--would not be quite The Thing.)
And here is the glass (purchased today NOT at Delphi but at nearby and utterly ordinary Stallings Glass--oh, Stallings is ok but it doesn't leave one breathless, unless from the smell of the mildewy carpet) which will soon be cut into teeny tiny pieces. But not tonight.
Here's a closer look. It's a pretty cool image, even in b/w. Stan Lee sure had a gift for drafting a dramatic, action-packed image. (I'm not so impressed with the dialogue but I suppose Oscar Wildesque wit--or even P. G. Wodehouse ["I say steady on there, old chap, what?"]--would not be quite The Thing.)
And here is the glass (purchased today NOT at Delphi but at nearby and utterly ordinary Stallings Glass--oh, Stallings is ok but it doesn't leave one breathless, unless from the smell of the mildewy carpet) which will soon be cut into teeny tiny pieces. But not tonight.
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