Terry Oxandale
Skinny Man
So tonight, while working on the Mirage, a show on BBC America came on called "Doctor Who" (the TV is more or less background noise and I never have seen this program before). I eventually had to catch myself as the ratio of car work completed/broadcast mesmerization (is that a word?) was decreasing at an alarmingly quick but unnoticed rate. I found I had totally stopped all work to allow the sacrifice of an untold number of brain cells as I watching Spitfires (yes, the prop-driven, oxygen consuming, heavier than air, but needing air, 1940's vintage Spitfires) in high earth orbit as they strafed alien spaceships via nimble high-G turns, supposedly during the German air attacks on London during WWII. I surmised this was the situation by an uncanny resemblance to Churchill in one scene. I didn’t know what to think, and still don’t. What I think really happened though is the Acetone/Resin formula induced some sort of hallucination that I could never come to grips with.
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