I’m back from Duluth and, damn, it’s cold up there! Don’t you guys ever get above 75 degrees? Maybe I’m spoiled because we’ve had such a tropical summer in the Twin Cities, but I nearly became a Crip-Sicle last night because the window in my hotel room was left open. It was like I had suddenly time traveled into mid-October.
Friend, I’d like to discuss something very important with you. Do you wonder what it’s all about? Do you ask yourself, “Why am I here?” I used to ask myself the same questions, until one solitary evening, while I was watching a rerun of Good Times, I was suddenly touched by His Noodliness, the Flying Spaghetti Monster (or FSM). I now understand that we are all beloved of the Flying Spaghetti Monster and that we are put here on this world to please His Noodliness. He especially digs it when people dress up like pirates. All the around the world, fellow Pastafarians are working to ensure that children are taught about FSM and how He created the Universe in what is known as the Great Meatball Shedding.
Would you like to know more about FSM? You could accompany me to one of our regular Tuesday afternoon services. You get a free eyepatch just for showing up.
Oh, you need more time to think about it. I understand. Let me leave you with these Pastafarian words of wisdom:
Arrrgh, matey!
Mark, I thought for a sec you’d gone off the deep end entirely, but after reading the linked page, I find myself strangely drawn to the Good Word of Pastafarianism. Maybe we could worship this Thursday at Campiello, or Pazza Luna, or Cossetta’s. Let me know…erin