After no research, a charming non-conversation with my wife and very little soul-searching, I have decided to convert to Flying Spaghetti Monsterism. It’s true; I’m becoming a Pastafarian.
BoingBoing put me on the path to righteousness and carb-loading.
I was shown the one, true light by the Kansas-challenging prophet, Bobby Henderson.
The WikiPedia guided my search for knowledge and enlightenment.
The Flying Spaghetti Monster has a posse, and I’m one of them now, so watch out!
As a disciple called to worship his starchiness, I have dutifully lobbied the Lincoln Sign Company for a cecorative sticker announcing to the world my acceptance of his pasta goodness into the dinner plate of my heart.
I shall dress in full pirates’ regalia, keep the Friday Sabbath holy, keep my moral standards loose and await the stripper factory and beer volcano which art in Heaven.
UPDATE: My post on this same topic for the TBS Daily Flog is a little funnier. A good editor and brevity being the soul of wit helped me out.