It says “His Most Serene Highness” on this picture caption.
And just for the rest of the name:
1: St. Eutychius
St Eutychius d 1st centuryFeastday: August 24 Disciple of St. John the Evangelist and possibly a young man raised from the dead by St. Paul. He was born in Phrygia. Eutychius, or Eutychus, is believed to have been with St. John on Patmos, Greece
Not sure on the HMSH yet (Unless it’s one of those inside jokes, then I will hurt people.)
But this is what I have found on the rest of his name.
http://fff.fathom.org/ubb/Forum2/HTML/000214.html
Yes, St. Eutychus, our Patron Saint of Gentle Bitchslapping --StoryTyler
Referred to as “Patron Saint of of those who sleep in Church” Zillions
of times.
Gets Mentioned by The Pope, in Dies Domini , a papal letter about the history of Sunday being the Lords Day (informative in and of itself). This accounts for quite a few duplicate hits.
http://www.ccel.org/fathers2/NPNF2-02/Npnf2-02-25.htm#P4408_1966948
(about halfway down the page, better search for it)
He is listed in there as one of the Fathers of the early church, involved in a small dispute about theological matters.
He’s regarded as a Saint in the Coptic church, this version. The version below is the kid who fell out the window.
Also, a Saint, his feast Day August 24th.
Disciple of St. John the Evangelist and possibly a young man raised from the dead by St. Paul. He was born in Phrygia. Eutychius, or Eutychus, is believed to have been with St. John on Patmos, Greece, during the time the evangelist was writing Revelations. He was imprisoned and tortured for the faith.
and finally… a character in a play dated 206 BC.
Well …
There was one guess that had the second part dead on. The first part you have correct in theory. Now you only have to put the two together.
<pouts> TELL ME!!! <wimpers> :::tear, tear:::
It’s an abbreviation of your middle name, Hamish.
Yawn.
Mr. Eutychus55 is clearly a reader of Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson’s Illuminatus! trilogy.
HMSH stands for Holy Man, Shit Head.
Now what do I WIN?
BING! We have a winner, folks!
This from “Zen Without Zen Masters” by Camden Benares and quoted in the Principia Discordia and the above named book:
*A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled.
One night in a coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, “go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate.”
He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him.
His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting there was. The second replied “Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is a shithead.”
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.*
Somehow, as a Catholic, I was hoping it was one of the others.
I guess even saints can’t get any respect any more.
:rolleyes: