I drew a pic of the flying spaghetti monster with the stripper factory and the beer volcano.
At long last, the jollyfish scarf, which became a jollyfish hat, is finished. I’m giving it to my pal tonight when he comes over for festivities.
When you have recruited your pirate missionaries, you might want to think about organizing a knitathon. Sort of like the knitathons that go on for soldiers when we’re at war. Those pirates will need hats, particularly if they succeed, and the planet cools off again.
Clearly a result of the London Pirate Demonstration – A recent statement by the UK prime minister includes the following:
The Government is clear that creationism and intelligent design are not part of the science National Curriculum programmes of study and should not be taught as science.
The full statement can be found here
The Pirates were out again at the Mass Lone demos in London. As well as a demo in support of the FSM, we had demos for “better prosthetics for pirates”, “make talk like a pirate day a nations holiday” and a demo for shorter planks.
The mass lone demos are to highlight the supidity of the SOCPA law which says that people have to get permission to protest outside Parliament for face up to 51 weeks in jail or a big fine.
A bunch of people sent me this article about the restoration of an 18th century Jolly Roger pirate flag.
The article doesn’t mention if the student who did the work, Bonnijo Chervensock, is a Pastafarian.
I found this interesting:
I cleaned the flag very carefully, to remove dirt and to return the fabric to a more neutral ph – it was extremely acidic which would be damaging in the long term – but without removing the gunpowder which is an important part of its history.
Having cleaned each little painted fragment individually, I attached each piece onto dyed silk crepeline fabric using an adhesive technique.
I then stitched the consolidated skull and crossbones onto the flag, which had been stitched onto a new fabric.
It makes me wonder, though, what the pirates would have thought of all this painstaking detail work. It seems opposite of the their culture.
When I came into possession of some gold doubloons, I immediately smashed apart the protective plastic case they were trapped in. I used a hammer and a screwdriver. Out of respect.
Spotted by Christine
“His noodley appendage must have been ’round about me, or my auto accident might have been deadly:”
“Notice his holy symbol, unscathed by the 2:00 a.m. rear impact. Fellow Pastafarians, may you also benefit from his holy protection.”
I don’t want to know how long this took. I am guessing someone was bored in class. I like it.