Comments on: Calendar of Credulity - Part IV: The Rose Moon

By: DTdNav

DTdNav — Sat, 17 Jun 2006 05:24:31 +0000

But I always have spaghetti on my birthday. No chianti this time though, just a gutsy merlot from the Grand Valley.
Theophagy? I can’t even find that word in the dictionary. I guess it has something to do with eating one’s deity. Some people try to do it every Sunday. Yeah, you’re right. Sick.

By: I Am

I Am — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 14:02:47 +0000

DTdNav on June 14, 2006 at 11:24 pm said:

And tomorrow I shall verily feast upon His flesh and blood with a nice Chianti and garlic-buttered baguette.

Theophagy. Sick.

By: DTdNav

DTdNav — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 05:24:46 +0000

I really can’t believe that none of you has felt the touch of His noodly appendage! The moon is only a poor imitation of His right ball, er, meatball. Strip in front of a bonfire if you must, but the Flying Spaghetti Monster (FSM to the faithfull) showers the wondrous sauce upon those who twirl the fork in homage. And tomorrow I shall verily feast upon His flesh and blood with a nice Chianti and garlic-buttered baguette.

By: beepbeepitsme

beepbeepitsme — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 03:27:16 +0000

Worship the moon? YOU HEATHENS! Surely you recognise the one and only true god?
I saw the light (pardon bad pun) and decided to worhip jesus, the son of the sun god. The one and only son of the sun.

Afterall, how much proof do you need? The sun obviously resurrects itself each day and shines brightly in the sky. So no more anthropomorphising other objects in the cosmos. Come join with me in the worship of “jesus, the son of the sun.”

By: outerbody

outerbody — Wed, 14 Jun 2006 15:45:33 +0000

It’s been a beautiful moon this week. Certainly worthy of worship.