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[eub]

Oh man I am so beat up. But I saw a bear! Last night I felt like climbing something today, and I found Granite Mountain on www.attrition.ws (which is a nifty site). It was steep. My knees are still twitching. It was a fun hike. More later.

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[eub.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I owe attrition.ws some comments on hikes or something.

I've never been to White Castle, but I'm told their burgers are their own specialized experience, so it wouldn't have been those, I guess. Do you remember, sometime in the early 80s, one of the burger franchises experimented with mini-burgers, two-three inches across?

[cheesepuppet.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I remember a fast food place doing that, but I do remember when they came out with tiny burgers that you bought frozen. You could place them on a pan with tator tots and make a meal (or should I say, "meal"?). My Grandpa loved them, he thought they were the bee's knees.

I think since writing about that burger dream was the last thing I did last night before going to bed, I had ANOTHER dream featuring you last night. In this one, you were knitting an afghan for Kylee and I had to keep showing you how your last row was all wrong. I kept getting annoyed and saying stuff like, "Eli, you're all smart, so why do you keep knitting this row wrong???" And you kept looking at me with total surprise, shaking the afghan at me, and saying, "Why am I KNITTING?" Kylee was sitting in a chair smiling.

It's funny now that I write about it, but in the dream it was just killing me to watch you knit it wrong.

[eub.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Why aren't I CROCHETING?

But your dream is about right, except that all my rows before the last would be wrong too. I should learn how to knit. Well, I can save that for the winter, and learn to kayak first.

Did they have mini-buns for them too? Little burgers directly on a plate would make me think of the flattened aftermath of an interstate meatball truck spill. I can't help it.

[cheesepuppet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, in the dream I even had the thought, "Why did he do all the other ones right and mess up at the END?" Hehehe.

Yes, they had mini-buns. It was so weird. They were little cheeseburgers, all perfect, like the ones that came out of your amazing cheeseburger dream sleeping bag, except that the real-life ones tasted gross, and the dream ones were yummy.

Little burgers directly on a plate would make me think of the flattened aftermath of an interstate meatball truck spill. I can't help it.

Being in the family way and all, I think of little burger babies, and how it's cruel to eat them before they've been able to live up to their potential; which I guess would be to get big enough to make a real meal? It's like cheeseburger veal or something.

[eub.livejournal.com]

I think of them like plants (those seeds on the top of non-sterile buns only look like sesame; try sprouting some in a paper towel moist with fryer grease), like beans, where it's okay to eat bean sprouts because you didn't have the soil to grow every bean to maturity and they'd take over the world in a few stages anyway, and it's okay to eat beans too; they're all just different parts in the cycle of bean, and really the bean stage in some ways, being the most dense with bean genes, could be called the prototypical state.

Cheeseburgers are always better out of a sleeping bag.

Maybe it was the thing where you don't want to be Arachne angering Athena?