Daniel-san writes so well that I can't help to contemplate grabbing some ninja jammies of my own. Enjoy his fine fine literary musings. If he's agreeable, I'll post more of his writing. But, hopefully he'll soon join the esurient mass of bloggers.
Setting sail, stealthly and in my jammies...
:) LJS
RELEASE YOUR INNER NINJA
By Daniel
Today, I have nothing to do. Well, I do, but my boss is on vacation
and when the cat is away, the mice will play. This is true in even
amongst the hardest groups of workers. Since I am stuck here in front
of my brain sucking computer, I thought I might share a few thoughts I
have had recently in an effort to get them out, make sense of them, and
then laugh at them. My wife says I have a sick sense of humor and often
wonders whether she should laugh or worry, so to clarify, you all may
laugh. No need to worry.
A few days ago, a member of a message board I was on posted an
aggravated question about his new neighbors and their desire to ride
un-muffled dirt bikes at one in the morning, and what he should do to
stop them. The suggestions that followed were those from every walk of
life (religious preference, ethnic background, law breaking, law
abiding, etc.). My suggestion? Learn the ways of the Ninja.
While the various people argued (people argue over anything
nowadays) back and forth over their beliefs, I plugged away with my
philosophy on what should be done. Mostly from a humorous standpoint.
My thoughts were well received by the originator, but as most people do,
the over-analytical political correctness of today's American took over
and my thoughts were discounted. To each his own. I sat back and
watched as the "love thy neighbor" crowd got their butt kicked by the
"kick his ass" crowd, and then trampled every rational idea in between.
It is just like us to argue so much that we move from the original
problem and begin attacking each other on a personal level. Which of
course leaves the individual with the problem standing there, shaking
their head in disbelief, and of course with no solution.
You are probably asking what this has to do with the Ninja. Well, in
reality, nothing. It is simply just a state of mind on how to deal with
a pesky neighbor. The Ninja today is more commonly acquainted with
something one may see on Saturday morning cartoons, or in a video game,
but the actual history of the Ninja is shrouded in secrecy. Today's
versions are merely modern interpretation of fables dating back 1100
years. In fact, the word Ninjitsu, which the word Ninja is derived
from, means "the art of stealth," and I can see where this could be
handy in dealing with the annoyance in question. You see, there is
nothing funnier than watching someone (the annoyance) get up quickly and
look around dumbfounded wondering what happened to them. Sort of like
falling flat on your face and then getting up to see if anyone saw it
happen. I think the art of stealth is a much more fun and satisfying
way to rid yourself of the pestilence next door. Some may argue that it
would be sinking to the level of said individual, and that the police
should be called or ask him nicely to stop, but I say, fight fire with
fire. Release your inner Ninja.
In the case of the midnight motocross, one could play many tricks to
curtail this behavior in the future, and not even break the law. The
first thing you will need is jammies. Yes, that's right, Ninja jammies.
Those solid black outfits that give the true Ninja his stealth. But
lets get creative. There is a certain creepiness about running around
in the woods at night, and even the most boozed up motorcycle rider as
invincible as they may seem, can easily have the bejesus scared out of
them. So along with your jammies, you'll need a ghoulish mask.
Something realistic. Next time Knievil gets on his bike for a midnight
cruise, don your outfit and head out into the woods. The biggest part
of the plan at this point is to figure your escape route. This is most
important as a true Ninja will never be apprehended. Once you have
figured out the plan, find a tree or any suitable shrubbery and hide
behind it. When the biker comes along, with perfect Ninja skill and
timing, jump towards the motorcycle, but not in front. Although you must
be seen to get the full effect of the scare, it would only be
momentarily, and will leave a lasting impression. Do not wait to see if
your plan worked, as escape in the opposite direction of your home is
more important. You will know your plan worked when the motorcycle goes
back inside never to be heard from again unless the sun is out. Then
sit back and revel in your success. Your spouse will wonder what you
are constantly snickering at, but you must never tell as a Ninja never
reveals his secrets.
***This article was written only as a parody. The world of the Ninja
can be very dangerous, and the writer assumes no responsibility for
injuries occured while attemping. Do not try this at home.
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