ninjathekid

I have decided to undertake a challenge for myself, just to see if I could do it. For one whole day, I'm going to communicate without quoting anyone or anything. Which shall actually be quite difficult, not being able to quote movies, music, books, TV, the internet, etc. I just want to see if I could carry on basic human communication without having to rely on pop culture to get my point across. Wish me luck.

“Silence, in most cases, demonstrates efficiency. Move while producing the least amount of noise as you touch the ground and you demonstrate masterful muscle control. If you want to know the degree of your coordination, agility and balance, listen rather than watch. The less you hear, the greater the skill level.” -From www.urbanfreeflow.com

Word.

23 days. 23 days without a day off. Needless to say, I've gotten a bit evil in that time span. But other things first.

I got a vehicle! That hasn't caught fire yet! Woo-hoo! It's a '95 Ford Ranger and is in pretty good shape. I just got to get it winterized and stereoed out, then I'm set.

Okay, so that was the only thing I wanted to mention before the evil. So here goes:

I was having a particularly bad day. Three people got fired, I was horribly sick and couldn't take the time off to recover, and I all I really wanted to do was play Zelda. I had aline running out the door, phones ringing off the hook, and I swear monkeys were trying to mate with me when I wasn't looking. So here I was at the desk by myself fighting thorugh all this, and up walks this guest and his family. First thing he says to me:

It's about time you can help us. You're not very efficient.

Ninja Telo awakened.

I resisted the urge to ram a sword through his face (which I can summon from thin air, you know), and asked him what i could help him with. He wanted to see something in the case that holds all of the fur items in our gift shop. I open the case, he looks, and grumbles about the prices.

My ninja-ness awakens more.

Now this man was with his wife and his rather bratty child. You know, the kind that goes, 'I want this! I want this!'. The mother replying, 'No! Put that down! Stop that!' Etc. Etc. So, I pick up one of our sheared beaver teddy bears, and show it to the kid. Now, if you've never felt sheared beaver (okay, you can stop giggling now), it's quite possibly the softest thing in the universe...nay, the multiverse. I want pants lined with it. So, the kid holds it, and immediately pesters his parents to buy it for him. they look at the price. $200. They tell the kid no. And as I planned, the kid breaks down crying, and screaming his hatred at his parents. They left, looking properly harassed and tortured.

Now on one hand, I feel REALLY bad about making a little kid cry, but at the same time, I had to use whatever weapon presented itself. So forgive me. Or else...

So you know how everybody has a particular feature about themselves that people always compliment them on? Some people have hypnotic eyes. Others have a great sense of humor. Still some others have nice, round, grabbable asses (sorry...my blackness coming through). Well evidentely, MY great feature that everyone notices is...

That I have great diction.

Yup. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't compliment me on my excellent grammar and conciseness of my speech. Not that I have sexy cheekbones. Not that I have well groomed nose hairs. Oh no no. My vocabularic acumen is what people notice.

This sucks...

...and this entry will DEFINITELY reflect that.

First of all, for those of you who read Ultimate Spider Man, did you read the annual that just came out? And if you did, did you loudly scream 'YES!!!' at the end like I did? No? I'm the only one? Shut up...

Sandman makes me happy. Mirrormask coming out soon makes me happy. Anansi Boys coming out next month makes me happy. Man, Kiefer Sutherland has some competition in the 'Men Who Would Make Me Turn Gay' department.

The next time I come into the FBX (which looks like it'll be about another month and a half until I can even think of leaving here), I'm going to get My First Tattoo. The kanji for 'Ninja' between my shoulder blades. Because ninjas are so totally sweet. They make me wanna kick my mom right in the face!

So I think my GameCube woes are finally at an end. To explain. A few weeks ago, I bought a used GameCube, Zelda, and Resident Evil 4. Got back to Chena. Only to realize that the f---ers ('---' = 'uck') at GameStop gave me an A/V cable for a PS2. Which doesn't work unless you want to play Zelda in black and white. With no sound. So I went back to town a week and a half later and got a GameCube A/V cable. Got back to Chena. Only to realize that I don't have a f---ing (see earlier parentheses) memory card. So yesterday, I bought a memory card, and this hopefully ends my GameCube woes. Pray for me.

And with that, I think I will go home and play said cube-shaped system. Later, my duck-shaped marshmallow confections.

So in September, they're releasing Firefly the movie (it's actually called Serenity). The trailer made me happy. And I know it makes at least ONE person on my friends list happy as well.

So in my boredom working the front desk at Chena, I have decide to undergo a little experiment. So as to pretend I'm actually doing something with myself while I'm out here besides working and masturbating. We have a set of double doors that lead into the lodge where I work. I decided to lock the right side of these double doors.

Because I can. Don't ask.

Anywho, it's rather amusing watching how different nationalities react when they push on said door and notice it's locked. Here are the results of my research thus far:

Japanese people will push the door once, then go through the other door.

German people will figure out how the door is locked, and then unlock it and go through it.

Americans will push and push at that door for like thirty seconds, bound and determined to go through THAT door.

French people just break down and cry in front of the door.

Okay, I was kidding about the French, but every other one is true. Even the Americans, I am sad to say. Why, oh why, do we have to be the 'Poked In The Head With A Coat Hanger In The Womb' country of the world? Sigh...

Okay, let's try this again. Stupid LiveJournal only posting half my entry...

So let me explain. Four score and four years ago, minus the four score, I evidentely met ragingvalkyrie in passing. Also evidentely, after I met her, I said to Mr. Feb something to the effect of "This is the girl you made such a big deal about? Pshaw!" I don't remember this happenning. At all.

So fast forward four years, and I meet this person through LiveJournal who appreciated my demented sense of revenge. I, of course, had to immediately like this person. I had no choice in the matter. Many conversations of syphillis and weasels followed. Good times.

So yesterday, Mr. Feb came to visit and brought ragingvalkyrie with him (okay, more accurately, the other way around). So yaaay! I get to finally meet this person in person, and it will be grand and zany and, what's this? We've already met? And I said what? And you're still talking to me why? Wow, I'm a colossal dick.

And I still don't understand why I said what I said (allegedly...I don't think it was me...it was one of my many evil twins) because I'm rather enamored with Ms. Valkyrie. Okay, Mr. Feb, NOW I see why you and Mr. Att like her. Heh-heh.

So yeah, it was fun hanging out with people out here. I don't get visitors often so I tend to shanghai them when they get here. Sorry guys. But at least you got to listen to cool music and get a shiny new OS out of it (gotta love bribery).

And as a side note, this is the first time I've used links in my LiveJournal, so here's to hoping it works.

So let me explain. Four score and four years ago, minus the four score, I evidentely met ragingvalkyrie in passing. Also evidentely, after I met her, I said to Mr. Feb something to the effect of "This is the girl you made such a big deal about? Pshaw!" I don't remember this happenning. At all.

So fast forward four years, and I meet this person through LiveJournal who appreciated my demented sense of <a href='www.livejournal.com/users/ninjathekid/6669.html">revenge</a>. I, of course, had to immediately like this person. I had no choice in the matter. Many conversations of syphillis and weasels followed. Good times. So yesterday, Mr. Feb came to visit and brought ragingvalkyrie with him (okay, more accurately, the other way around). So yaaay! I get to finally meet this person in person, and it will be grand and zany and, what's this? We've already met? And I said what? And you're still talking to me why? Wow, I'm a colossal dick. And I still don't understand why I said what I said (allegedly...I don't think it was me...it was one of my many evil twins) because I'm rather enamored with Ms. Valkyrie. Okay, Mr. Feb, NOW I see why you and Mr. Att like her. Heh-heh. So yeah, it was fun hanging out with people out here. I don't get visitors often so I tend to shanghai them when they get here. Sorry guys. But at least you got to listen to cool music and get a shiny new OS out of it (gotta love bribery). And as a side note, this is the first time I've used links in my LiveJournal, so here's to hoping it works.

So evidentely, I've liked Muse for a very long time. Granted, it was just one particular song, but I was a big fan nonetheless. The song is 'New Born', the Paul Oakenfold remix from the movie Swordfish. I didn't even realize that song was Muse until I recently put the soundtrack on my iPod, and it told me so.

In other news, Mr. Nobabies STILL hasn't given me the mysterious thing that you gave to him to give to me. Is it that cool that he's hogging it all to himself?

Hmmm...