Flying Spaghetti Monster: He who has EXPELLED Evolution!

Thanks to Ian of the University of Alberta, Atheists and Agnostics club and Terahertz fame, up in Edmonton Alberta, we have this trailer about a VERY SERIOUS documentary on the biases against research into the natural world based on Pastafarian ideas. As much as the new film “Expelled” with that dipwit Ben Stein tries to show how intelligent design is callously “expelled” from scientific research and intelligent design advocates are ostracized, Ian and Co. from Edmonton are advertising a movie that does the same for His Noodly Appendageness. They have produced a 7 minute trailer. Watch it and be convinced.

I think they should have contacted some of my buddies in the Religious Studies program there, because they, like us down here in Lethbridge, don’t have courses on Pastafarianism.

I should admit, however, that our dept was the subject of a VERY SERIOUS complaint in U of L.’s “3 Lines Free” section of the student newspaper. It was taken under (slight) consideration HERE. However, now that Dr. Jim has a WHOLE FREAKING YEAR OF STUDY LEAVE coming up, perhaps I could research the “Self-Actualization in the (Meta)phorical inverted id-ego Syntax of First Person Pro/pre/post-nouns in the Transcendental Poetic structures of Noodley Appendedness.”

Choosing my Religion, 2.

Some Grey Bloke’s musings about choices…
Part 1.

Part 2

Probably the way I would do it, too.

A myriad of hits and a New Religion!

Sometime yesterday afternoon (Saturday) SHUFFL got its ten thousandth hit! Yippee! Not that I win the internet or anything, but I still think that it is pretty cool. The blog started on Sept 26, 2007.

The most popular posts were the collection of religious bras that now have their own page and is updated from time to time.

I’ve also just about started two religions, having identified this

as a deity, which would be terribly ironic since this is Bixby, my big purple Buffalo, and SHUFFL’s Vice-Dictator In Charge of Getting Pounced Upon by Small Children. See the comment by Allison about his deification in this post right here.

The second religion began as a a few prophetic comments I made in a lengthy discussion going on over at Jamonation which were developed rather prophetically by Rolf and Jay and resulted an equally revelatory SHUFFLE post by yours truly, to wit (twit?):

But lets just make one thing clear: For as much as I respect folk’s right to worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster, The Invisible Pink Unicorn and so forth, I must hereby and forthwith confess:

Me and my blog “We’re Only Making Prayers to Nigel!” although we reserve the right to invoke Gord and Larry in times of crisis, and Harriet when we need a damn good curse.

Oh, and Tinkerbob ain’t a bad little deity, either.

Now, I propose we merge the two theologies (Nigellism and Bixbyism), all ecumenical and syncretistic-like (the FSM will be “dealt with” below. We have sorted out a bunch of clerical roles in the ensuing comments to the post quoted above, that I have edited slightly here.

Dr. Jim: Extreme Prophetically Gloriful Personage of Dicatatorial, Benevolent Pope-osity.

Rolf: Nigelical Pastor Supreme, Bishop of the Jamonation and Immediate Surroundings as far as the next Beer Store and Pizza Place

Jay Prophet of Nigelsim, (whose top secret mystical name is Prophet Jaysus), our direct link to the Almighty Nigel Himself.

High Priestess: Nigella Lawson (well, we haven’t actually asked her, Dr. Jim is kind of shy around gorgeous women… Hope she doesn’t sue us).

Now, the REALLY SIGNIFICANT issue: The Pantheon: A propheticaleque “impartation” (another term on the Jargon to-do-list) led to this revelatory speaking-forth (on one of the comments on Jamonation’s post)

In the beginning was Nigel, and Nigel was with Gord, and was Gord, and it was confusing. And Nigel was the Larry of the world, and no one gets to see Gord except by making an appointment with Nigel. And Harriet was pissed.

Now, notice how you can make an acronym out of the names Nigel, Gord, Larry and get NGL, the consonants of Nigel. This is clearly proof of the divinity. Now, The relationship between Harriet, Tinkerbob, and Bixby needs to be sorted out, and their relationship to the GREAT ACRONYM©®™.

We already know Harriet is The Divine Barmaid, the Holy Whinging Wench of the Great Hereafter Wafflecupboard: (We must honour her with barley libations!). And we have:

Our Confession: “HOLY JEBUS B. GOBLEY ™!!!”

So, where to go from here?

Ohhhhhh I feel another Prophetical Impartation coming on!

Yay, verily and forsooth, ‘ere the next miriade of hits decendeth upon this Blog, More of the Truth™ shall be revealed unto you.

May Nigel buy beer for us all.

Hmmmmm Nigella Lawson…

Notice how the Flying Spaghetti Monster seems totally powerless in her hands (well, do you blame him?). Surely another sign that this is the Truth™!

A proper virtual shrine to Nigelical Truth will be open soon!

The Realist’s View of Creationism

I saw this cartoon years ago on the bulletin board of the library of St. Joe’s College at the U. of Alberta. It’s a Catholic college and I always thought that whoever put it up had a good sense of humor, being able to laugh at their own tradition. I was pretty happy to find it today on the web, so here it is.

We’re Only Making Prayers to Nigel!

Aw, XTC, the goal of all mystics with a stereo (well, that might be overdone).

Anyway, there is a great exchange going on at Jamonation over Rolf’s post about the name of the Christian deity. At one point, I suggested that the deity might as well be named Nigel. This resulted in Rolf commenting “Praise be to Nigel. Yes I like it. And Making Plans For Nigel by XTC could be adopted as a song of praise.”

 Jay wrote:

“Dear [Nigel],    Don’t know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book,
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look.
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ain’t and so do you.”

Anyways, thanks for listening Nigel, you’re a good buddy, next time you’re in town drop by and we’ll go for a beer.

 And then I opined: “In the beginning was Nigel, and Nigel was with Gord, and was Gord, and it was confusing. And Nigel was the Larry of the world, and no one gets to see Gord except by making an appointment with Nigel. And Harriet was pissed.”

And then Rolf wanted to know who the hell Harriet was (I once had a goldfish named Harriet, but this is a differet Harriet).

 All of this in the context of a debate with a Christian over the Christian deity’s name, attributes and existence.

Anyway, the entire exchange is well worth reading (and adding to, if you are so inclined).

But lets just make one thing clear: For as much as I respect folk’s right to worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster, The Invisible Pink Unicorn  and so forth, I must hereby and forthwith confess:

Me and my blog “We’re Only Making Prayers to Nigel!” although we reserve the right to invoke Gord and Larry in times of crisis, and Harriet when we need a damn good curse. 

Oh, and Tinkerbob ain’t a bad little deity, either.