And with the click of a button and the help of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (blessed be His name), I now have a new desktop image for my laptop:
(created by Milek, via Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster)
So that’s what he looks like!
I have long wondered. Do you have to be a pirate to follow him?
Is being a pirate a problem?
You can almost feel his noodly appendage. And the reflection of the bird’s feathers in the sword is a nice touch. Some artist wouldn’t have bothered with that.
Do you have to be a pirate to follow him?
His Noodliness prefers pirate regalia as the preferred attire of His worshipers. Sadly His Noodliness, as powerful as He is, is not immune to the same personality defects as other deities (like Yahweh, THOR, and Zeus) who require worship and a specific kind of worship. Although, just as with Yahweh and Jesus, it might be possible to be admitted in the afterlife just by the “grace of His Noodliness” even if you don’t adorn the pirate regalia.
In fairness, though, there are other sects of the church of the FSM that think differently.
The wiki will tell most of what you need to know:
It needs a monkey in it!
What? No midgit?
Desktopped it, but I had to shrink it to the exact size needed as to not have a distorted image. Stupid Windows.
Only one woman? Come on, surely more than 1 in 10 Pastafarians is female?
Well, Darwin’s Dagger, no, I guess not come to think of it.
And damn it for pointing that out Mikel. No wonder she’s holding her sword at the ready. She’s in big trouble! As nice as it is being in high demand, a gal could get mighty uncomfortable being that much in demand!
FSM ain’t that picky. Just back up some of your music collection. That’s enough for the RIAA, and enough for the FSM.
Cool. Because whatever else I am (and that depends on who you ask; I have noted people do not seem to be lukewarm toward me, they either love me or hate me), I am definitely a round peg that does not fit in a square hole.
But you know, a pirate costume might be fun… Maybe next Halloween.
And another thing . . . why the exclusively male language in describing the Flying Spaghetti Monster? Centuries of male-normative language have blinded us to the feminine aspect of the cosmic pasta glop, alienating us from an important aspect of our own starch-based spirituality.
I prefer to worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster as a feminine figure, using this prayer:
Flying Spaghetti Monster,
Life-giving Motherload of spaghetti,
Nurture us with your noodly embrace.
Sustain us as a mother sustains her child
At dinnertime with a plate of pasta.
You who formed life in your womb
As a cook who forms spicy meatballs in her hands,
Bless us and watch over us.
why the exclusively male language in describing the Flying Spaghetti Monster?
Well, the FSM does have (meat) balls…
Although they could be considered generic gonads (either testes or ovaries)…
Ah, ambiguous gender. A genderless deity. Now that’s original and unique. Like the wonderous monster itself.