You're travelling through another dimension. A dimension of sight. A dimension of sound. A dimension of lawsuits if we keep this joke going. This is the dimension of cyberspace. The 'net. The web. The information superhighway. Yeah, that's the metaphor I want. Anyway, as you travel down the road, there are many places to stop, each with it's own character. And stuck amidst the truck stops and the elegant bistros there is Hamburgerland. It's not a place for elegance or quality nutrition. Nor is it another link in a corporate chain, decorated with branded logos and movie tie-ins. Instead it's a place where simple, unique fare is served in cardboard and waxed paper. So come on in, check out the menu and see who's stopped in for a bite.

Regulars at Hamburgerland:

Hamburger Lad

Owner and grease slinger of the establishment, at least as long as blog*spot tolerates his presence. A middle aged emigrant of the Midwest now living in Seattle. Reader, wage-slave, daydreamer. A while back I discovered that my life's ambition was to get married. So that's done and now I've got to figure out how to spend the 30 or so years I have left.

Noodles

Devoted wife. Well, tolerant, anyway. Mother, teacher, scholar. Susceptible to chocolate.

Coffee

(formerly known as Poodlepums)
Elder daughter of H.L. and Noodles. Pen wielder extraordinnaire. Artist, author, poet. She also wants credit as a composer. She also wants to edit and/or collaborate on this blog. She also wants an oompa-loompa now.

Bunnah

Younger daughter of H.L. and Noodles. Also known as the Barnacle Baby. Gymnast, bird watcher, cop. She sees all and will call you on it.

Hamburger Dad

Father of H.L. The personification of a generosity, hard work and amiability. (Not that he'd ever use such a pretentious word.)

Mama-san

Mother of H.L. Hostess with the mostest. A woman on the go. retired and enjoying it!

Yoyodyne

Employer of H.L. A small printing company that specializes in business cards and other such corporate paraphernalia. A good place to work if you're name is John.

John Emdall

Current owner of Yoyodyne. Seems like a nice guy so far...

Wombatsch/Bloatmeal, Inc./Oatmeal, Inc.

Former (pre-China) employer of H.L. Oatmeal, Inc. was gobbled up by a bigger company and changed its name to Bloatmeal. 'Twas a wonderful place to work as long as you don't mind trading your humanity for a paycheck. Perfect for us paycheck whores. Then Bloatmeal was bought out by Wombatsch who was another big company, though not as close to bankruptcy. However, that doesn't mean there won't be an occasional layoff...

The Sauerkrauts

Charitable organization that, among other things, places ESL teachers in China. Noodles spent two years under the auspices of this group. We got to go along, which explains the two year gap in this blog. (You can, however, read about our adventures in A Short Letter Home.)

Dry Bones Lutheran Church

Hamburger Lad's home church. An small, aging congregation trying to figure out how to relate to its neighborhood and how to deal with their Chinese-speaking members. Son of man, can these bones live?

Hiker, Biker and Tyker

Biker has been a friend of Noodles since junior high. A few years back she married Hiker. They subsequently had a son, Tyker. Then Hiker came down with leukemia and in spite of his spirited struggle against the disease, he passed away on July 23, 2004. Biker and Tyker continue to carry on. Keep them in your prayers.

Sophie, Mo, Laurie and Kylie

Some of the Sunday School kids at Dry Bones. Sophie is a year older than Coffee, and is rather quiet and well behaved. Mo is six months older than Bunnah, and her sister Laurie is three years younger. In the past they have been rather... er, cute. Yes, that's it, cute. Kylie is a year younger than Laurie and is quite willing to express her opinions.

Ricky

Homeless guy who showed up at Dry Bones for a few weeks in May 2004. An immigrant from Cuba with limited English skills and poor eyesight. Very bold to ask for what he needs. You can pray for him, too.
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