Variations on Ninjas

  The ninjas are out, about, and they shout, too! At least they did in our room on this calm cool evening of Friday. It all started with Isaac, our ninja addict who had gotten Mani into many reflex refining rounds of Ninja destruction.  Graham was dragged involuntarily into the fray, and by the time I came into the crowd of whizzing hands, dodging fingers, yelps, victories, tragedies, and creativity, it had turned into a chaotic kerfuffle of karate chops. Whether due to lack of oxygen flow to our brain, the pollution in the air, the sweltering heat of that day's work, of a combination of some or all of the above, we descended into spontaneous variations of this classic game.  Here are some examples.

  This was the beginning of the madness. Mani was dressing in traditional Indian garb, and the rest of us were just traditional clueless imitators of non-existent characters. 

 Here we still randomly decorated ourselves in an attempt to gain an advantage. Graham did not want to hear about it anymore I guess.

 As if it was not hard enough, we just thought we would cover our faces. I think we all procured the thinnest material available.

 I think this was supposed to be some sort of human slingshot for long range ninja attacks.

 After failing to win a round disguised as a Spartan warrior, Katie suggested I try being a Grecian urn. The challenge was accepted, though unfortunately it was a more miserable failure than the Spartan was.

Things started to get tough when Arabian tactics were employed.

We hope you all enjoyed our demostration on the disastrous nature of our demented diversion. 

DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!!!

  The moral of the story is do not try imitating an inanimate object in a very animated arena, and while your at it get lots of fresh air, then do not forget to do it in a cool place, in addition be careful of who you play with, and just remember to have fun while you are at it. If that moral is not good enough, then you might need to find a different blog to follow, for that is about as deep as my tergiversatious philosophy permits me to be.
   Again, David the Post Host, has assaulted your computer screen with yet another attack, but this time with a flourish and flurry of blindingly polished martial art (actually no one has lost an eye yet...knock on wood). May your guardian angel be with you in these battles of life, because you never know when I might post again.