Ninjas
Seriously. Ninjas. Love ’em. Love everything about them. It’s what I wanted to be when I grew up. Love the whole genre. The bizarre, the ridiculous, the unknown. The silence, the murdering, the mayhem. The mystery, the discipline, the legendary mythos. How can you not?
I don’t mean the Ninja Burger ninjas, or the Fruit Ninja ninjas, or even the Pirates vs. Ninjas ninjas (bitch, please). I mean the ninjas you never ever see or hear about, because, you know, they’re nin-jas. If you see what you believe to be a ninja, then either you will be very dead, very soon or you did not actually see a ninja. More like a ninja-wannabe. A ninjabe.
That’s the whole point of being a ninja. That’s where the love stems from.
As evidence to the inspiration, I submit this pic of my VHS copy of Shogun’s Ninja. As a child this movie was transforming to watch. So much so that I sought out and purchased my own copy as an adult…and, here’s the good part. I do not own the means to watch VHS technology. Fortunately for us all, the film can be viewed in its entirety on the internet.
If I could bottle and sell the nostalgia which seeped from my pores upon enjoying this piece of art from 1980 as an adult, it would smell of ninja. Which is to say it would smell of nothing.
Pardon me, while I go create my new fragrance line, Liquid Ninja.