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A certain muggle has asked that I divulge to the world my middle name. But little does the muggle know how big a challenge this is.

Why, you ask? Because to know the name of a Ninja, is to know him for who he is. And if you knew who he is, then he is no longer a Ninja because, well, you know who he is.

Stealth is a Ninja’s only true friend. And if a Ninja loses his stealth, he becomes very vulnerable. To little kittens who may nibble on him. To the vagaries of the stock exchange (speaking of which, is it me or does anyone else think that Fox Business News is run by Ninjas?). To private equity monsters.

To this man. Or this woman.

My middle name, my friends, is Michraphangelatellardo. Lardo for short.

L is for the L that’s not in Ninja. Or my name.

A is for Yet Another Ninja. Or me.

R is for, well, Rhinoceros (variety and all that). Or Raptors, who are outside your house right now.

D is for Deadly Ninja. Or me.

and O is for “O! It’s a Ninja!” Turn around!

And now, you all have made me vulnerable to the most dangerous things known to man.

For a Ninja, one is many and many is one (which would explain Rajnikanth, who is secretly a Ninja). And one nut is the same as many nuts. So, Mr. Almonds, I nominate you.

Earlier, I had posted about some guy driving through the wall of our apartment’s garage and on to the street below.

Well, turns out that it was on the news and that apparently, the guy’s accelerator was stuck (and he was going backwards, alright). So, here’s the video. Enjoy!

This evening, as we were driving out of our garage, we noticed something funny.

There was a hole in the wall.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. I mean, wall, holes. Hell, if you punched hard enough, you could probably cause one. What’s the big deal, right?

Except for the fact that this was on the third floor of the parking garage (and the second floor of our building) and there was a car hanging off the hole in the wall. Yes. A car hanging off a hole in the wall.

And apparently, I was not the only one who was curious about taking photographs.

Of course, the cops were not quite happy and we were asked to move away.

We drove out and were trying to see if we could get around to seeing where the car ended up, but we had no luck because the entire area was being cordoned off.

And when we finally got back a few hours later, we finally realized just how bad it looked from the outside.

Apparently, those green pipes stopped the fall.

And here’s how big it looked, with all the debris cleared out.

I wonder just who on earth issues these people driver’s licenses?

Welcome to the subprime meltdown - you can check out any time you like, you can never leave.

(via Dealbreaker)

Today, I was hanging out with some of Beck’s friends (who, ironically enough, are detectives at the Cincinnati PD) and I absent-mindedly forgot my copy of Fooled by Randomness at the local Starbucks.

I went looking for it and asked the people at Starbucks if they’d seen it around. Sean, the ever-insightful barista, returned the book with a quip –

“You’ve gotta watch out for that random chance when things go wrong, man.”

Indeed.

…EVER!