I call the system Imperial.

Thanks, Lee. I'll tell him you said so, in case he wonders where the remnants of his life went.

Reading a discussion on chronic pain in LJ. Life sucks. Also it isn't fair. Good thing there is chocolate.

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I'll tell him you said so, in case he wonders where the remnants of his life went.

Hey, it was your idea!

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Wikipedia on Systems of Measurement: [link]

Wikipedia on United States Customary Units: [link]

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I call the system Imperial.

Oh yeah. Except that's still another system, at least when it comes to liquids. An Imperial gallon is five quarts. They used to sell gas that way in Canada.

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I think it's more fun to ask than to google. Because then we can guess....

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An Imperial gallon is five quarts. They used to sell gas that way in Canada.

so, now I'm wondering how many gallons it takes to fill up a Death Star.

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Except that's still another system, at least when it comes to liquids.

You guys are so fucked up. England doesn't even use the Imperial/English system.

Hey, it was your idea!

We all know I'm no longer capable of making decisions on my own.

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If it's fewer pills less often with less medicine, what am I being rescued from again? The sugar plum fairy?

That sugar plum fairy is tricksey. And apparently quite the crack pusher.

and his favorite NASCAR driver won today's race.

Nifty. You know, I swear I watched the end of this race and I don't have a clue who won. ::thinky face (okay, and Google):: Oh, Edwards! His dude gets to shave now. And the back flip thing.

Yes, birthday was nice.

Him: Yes. You should also think about what you want us to do when one of our doctor's tells [your mother] or I that we are going to die soon. Should we tell you, or ignore you? That's probably going to happen in the next few years you know.

Me: Of course I want you to tell me. Why would I want you to ignore me?

Him: Well, we don't want to be a burden.

Me: ....

Him: Well, think about it. Bye!

After my parents' surprise anniversary party, I was at their house and dad said he had to tell that he had Very Serious Medical Information But It Was Really All Okay, Swears.

Which was less shocking because he told me last year. Turns out he hadn't told my stepmom though. Which? Oops?

It was ... well, really much less stressful that way. Hilarious in its way.

I mean, it is Serious but it's Serious long-term and dad's going to be 75 this year. If it's going to kill him in twenty plus years, he's kinda okay with that and I can live with that scenario too.

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But doing communion with brownies, or cookies, or pie just seems...wrong.

I had a priest who told us about how in some areas of Eastern Europe, in some Orthodox churches (I don't remember if they were Greek or Russian), they made a kind of paste of a rich bread, sweet wine and honey, and gave everyone a spoonful. Another place, they just made this really rich, sweet bread and communed with it, without wine at all. I know that in the Episcopal church at least, people usually take both bread and wine, but the ceremony is complete with either, so when people are ill and can't eat, they can often take a drop of wine (literally). Likewise, for those who can't take wine, for addiction or other reasons, can just take the bread. I knew one guy who would take the bread and place it against the outside edge of the cup instead of drinking any wine.

I had all sorts of other communion things to add, but other people said most of them, because I am too slow.

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Happy Birthday Cass!

The electrical outlet shorted out and melted the plug of my surge protector today. Though props to it for doing its job, my laptop never even flickered as sparks were shooting out of the wall.

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