Mysterious Island musings

So, I'm reading The Mysterious Island (and if you are eor you know what's going to come next - I'm either about to rant about the stupid, or ramble about being confused.  But Eor is not here at the moment, so I have to unload to the LJ.), and
( Smith is making a telegraph )

( and a battery )

I'll be driving in the stench of rotten milk.

I spilled coffee in the car, yesterday.  I put lots of milk in my coffee.  Even better, I had taken the floor mats out to wash them (Sunday) and it's been raining so they haven't dried, yet, so there was no floor mat to catch the coffee.  I threw handfulls of paper towels on it as soon as I saw it spilling (while I was driving), and used the rest of the half-roll of paper towels to dab at it until there was no more visible, but the volume of paper towels doesn't seem to match what I expected from a 20-oz cup, so I assume there must be a lot more down inside the floorboards, and probably no way to get it out, really.  I'll probably borrow my co-worker's steam cleaner and possibly run an extension cord out the window to power it, on Saturday, if I can't find any do-it-yourself steam cleaning place.  Last night I bought some carpet deoderizer, which might help hold me over until I get to do more, and a type of foaming cleaner that's supposed to lift and then dry out so you can vacuum up the mess, but since it hasn't stopped raining I see no opportunity for it to dry in order to be vacuumed. 

My life is just a continuing roller-coaster of excitement. 

waxing nostalgic

In eor's last name that tune game he offered up:

"The coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde,
donuts are too hot to touch,
just like a fool
when those sweet goodies cool,
I eat 'til I eat way too much."

and damned if I can remember who they're by (I'm guessing they have the sound of Jimmy Buffett).  But, point is, I have to admit that my eyes prickled a bit with a rumor of tearyness.  In ancient prehistory (or perhaps it was actually in the early days of LJ) there might once have been a woman called Kali who took a three-day weekend and ran off to New Orleans with a much younger Eor and Derien (who was behind the camera that one time).