Hey thanks man! I really appreciate the kind words! I agree that the Ninja were innovators and strove to always use state of the art techniques and weapons.
As for the "Science Ninja team", that is a reference to the 1970's era Japanese cartoon "Gatchaman". The show was aired here in the U.S. as Battle of the planets.
The Japanese cartoon show was about a team of orphans that were trained as Ninjas and given an arsenal of Ultra advanced weaponry and equipment. They used a combination of ancient ninja techniques and Space age weapons. They were called Kagaku Ninjatai Gatchaman, which literally translated means "Science Ninja team Gatchaman"
The guy in my avatar is Ken the "Eagle", he is the leader of the Gatchaman team.
What's up man? Just wanted to let you know that if you do make it down to the Florida swap meet, I have a bunch of MOC 25th figures that you seem to be looking for.
minstrelboy, your surpervisor might be a goober, but you should help him not hurt him, karma in a sense does exist this is why every major religion talks about it. sounds like your supervisor is under a lot of stress, and your boss is a dictatorial asshole. You have no way of knowing who might get hurt if you nurter your supervisors mental decay like you said you were going to. He could end up hurting someone completely innocent, like a kid or a truly great person who makes the world better, not just himself. Please reconsider your position and try to be the voice of reason among your coworkers, if you guys drive him over the edge and he kills or harms some innocent bystander you will all be partially responsible and that bad karma will come back to you sooner or later.
This is a response to what you said on a closed thread, I paste your post below.
So monday morning by supervisor at work gets yelled at by our boss, which is nothing new. Our boss is always yelling at him, but never at anyone else. So my supervisor (who is an otherwise all-around goober) waits until our boss goes away, and proceeds to flip out over the following eight hours, slamming his stapler, beating up the supply cabinet in the back room, muttering about "a legal way to commit suicide" (whatever that means), and takes his collection of Hot Wheels sized military vehicles off his desk, goes out into the parking lot in the rain, and hits someone's car, setting off the alarm. It was, nonetheless, an amazing display of mental deterioration that my coworkers and I have decided we must help fully blossom.
Thanks man! Clerks...I think that black thing in the corner is a color plastic sun screen, but being that the shutters of the store are always closed and the film qaulity was poor and in B/W it doesn't show too well.