It’s Friday, and the long Memorial Day weekend lies ahead (well, at least for some of us). Which seat can you take. Hili has apparently taken the Seat of Snark!
A. Our readers are becoming anxious…Hili: What about?A. About your looking frightened in those pictures…Hili: And have you seen their pictures?
Ja: Czytelnicy “Listów” zaczęli się niepokoić…
Hili: Czym?
Ja: Że na zdjęciach wyglądasz na wystraszoną…
Hili: A widziałeś ich zdjęcia?
As I mentioned in a post from Kamloops, each of the speakers at the “Imagine No Religion 4” conference got a lovely hand-knitted (or hand-crocheted; I don’t know the difference) version of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. They were made by a nice woman named Lisa Blackman, who made them while watching the talks (it takes her two hours for each one). I love mine, and discovered that it makes a swell disguise—one that might frighten the Polish princess.
After I inserted this photo, I was shocked to realize that I didn’t know where the Flying Spaghetti Monster came from. Fortunately, Wikipedia has a very substantial entry on the pasta deity, which explains all:
In January 2005, Bobby Henderson, then a 24-year-old Oregon State University physics graduate, sent an open letter regarding the Flying Spaghetti Monster to the Kansas State Board of Education. The letter was sent prior to the Kansas evolution hearings as an argument against the teaching of intelligent design in biology classes. Henderson, describing himself as a “concerned citizen” representing more than ten million others, argued that intelligent design and his belief “the universe was created by a Flying Spaghetti Monster” were equally valid. In his letter, he noted,
“I think we can all look forward to the time when these three theories are given equal time in our science classrooms across the country, and eventually the world; one third time for Intelligent Design, one third time for Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, and one third time for logical conjecture based on overwhelming observable evidence.”—Bobby Henderson
How nice to see a few throwaway words become not just an icon, but an entire church. You can find the official Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster website here.
Praise His Noodleness
That letter is great and it ends so well!
Love the antics of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. So clever!
Did Ms. Blackman use one needle or two to make your FSM (which is fetching, BTW)? If it was one needle with a small hook at the end, that’s crocheting. If it was two long, straight needles with pointed ends, that’s knitting.
I’m sorry but I didn’t look closely at her technique as I didn’t know the difference.
Whether crocheted or knitted, I would love to have a likeness of his noodliness; I wonder if Ms, Blackman has considered a business in religious artifact production?
I have heard that meatballs are wonderful for reducing stress on puffy, overworked eyeballs.
I wouldn’t be so quick to fall for any false deities, though. The Flying Spaghetti Monster is completely imaginary.
On the other hand, Bob loves you. Bob will have you.
Accept Bob into your life. Eternal salvation or triple your money back.
Perhaps Bob really isn’t the answer. I don’t know. It’s early. Things seem a little different now that I’ve had my coffee.
Have you learned to speak with an octopus?
OK… I will admit I was wrong a couple of times. But this time I mean it.
It turns out you can have your evolution AND eat your magic, too. Here we have a religion based on evolution, entirely consistent with natural law, but with a Kopimistiska gospel that adds to the spiritual sense of the scientific description.
This time, I think I got it.
None of those have anything on the Invisible Pink Unicorn (May Peace Be Upon Her Holy Hooves).
Not only is She the successful marriage of faith and reason (reason tells us that She is invisible, for She is never seen; and faith informs us that She is pink), she’s the only god for which there’s irrefutable proof of Her existence. Since even atheists believe in Her, she must be real!
Plus, Unicornitarians get the best of all worlds. Every religious holiday, regardless of the religion, is, by definition, also a Unicorniatarian holiday, to be celebrated with feasting and family and the mocking of the religious holiday of the day. Any time you want a day off work, just look for whichever religion has a holiday that day, and use your freedom of religious expression to get it off!
Cheers,
b&
Can you resist squirrel + kitten?
http://www.nakedcapitalism.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/image019.jpg
I can not.
*Cute overload*
What is funny is I stumbled upon this image a couple days ago looking for a picture that portrayed the concept of “forceful”. Oddly many involved animals smooching other animals or humans being sexually forceful. 😀
I think Hili would do well if she were “touched by His Noodly Appendages.” She may decide to make friends with Fitness and the new pooch.
Surely it’s Fitness & Cyrus that need some intervention; not Her Highness!
He (Parmesan Be Upon Him) didn’t come from anywhere, He is eternal and uncreated.
His meatballs are the Ground Beef of Being
Now that is funny
That selfie deserves more attention than it’s getting…or did no one notice anything different?
Nice selfie sir. Stylish facial decoration! But — where are the boots?! 🙂
Nice selfie, sir. But where are the boots? 🙂
…and where are the squirrels outside the window?
Well that would be more of a group shot than a selfie. 🙂
When I was in college way back in the 70s we had a YEC professor (of math!)who would write long letters to the newspapers demanding we teach ‘both sides’ of the issue.
I wrote a letter to the editor supporting him, suggesting that the Ministry of Education send every school in British Columbia a copy of Haida sculptor Bill Reid’s statue “Raven and the First Men”, showing the Raven God discovering the first human beings in a clamshell on the beach of the Queen Charlotte Islands- I even suggested an archaeological expedition to find traces of the Holy Shell.
Creationism- think globally, act locally!
Bill Reid’s sculptures are great! It was a good suggestion!
Nice selfie of His Noodly Appendageness celebrating the recent accession of H.R. Giger to the Beer Volcano.
What, you didn’t notice the face-hugger-ness?
Nice Escher shirt too. I’ve now gone past the Escher exhibition in Den Haag twice and the damned place is closed every time I’m there!