The Night I Became A Ninja
10:15 - 10:42pm, 6th December 2009
Tonight, something amazing happened. Tonight, I proved a national franchise and months of scientific research wrong. Tonight, I became a Ninja.
It all started after rather tedious day of working in the museum. For years, I have accepted that this will be my life. Years upon years of averageness and predictability. Little did I know what would be in store for me later that night... After work, I met my Mum and sister at Pak N' Save to buy groceries. It was there that I was enticed by Rip It Up magazine, featuring Muse on the cover. Drooling, I raced over there, wanting to buy it. I skimmed the glossy pages, finding myself disappointed by how average the article was. Then, I turned around. I saw it. Warner Brothers "The Magic Sword: Quest For Camelot".
http://www.impawards.com/1998/posters/quest_for_camelot_ver6.jpg
Thrilled by my find (and the fact that it was only $10), I bought it, intending it to be a gift for my brother.
Once I got home and settled down to watch it, the real wonder began to unfold.
As it happens, the woman who served us at the supermarket did not remove the red security tag from the DVD. Perhaps she had made a mistake and forgotten to remove it, or perhaps she was a Ninja master in disguise, sending quests to those she could sense were worthy. I must have an aura about me as she knew I was up for the challenge.
And so Annette and I got to work. We tried to pry it open with a spoon (both ends), fail. We tried our teeth, fail. We tried reaching in our hands to pop open the disc and shimmy it out of the case, fail. We tried cutting the plastic DVD case with a craft knife, SUCCESS! However, the disc proved near impossible to free once we got the case open. The DVD itself was like a rare diamond, trapped in it's black, abysmal confinements, teasing us with it's rare beauty and what it has to offer us. The disc gleamed, light reflecting from it's metallic sheen, mocking us so. It was time to take this to the next level.
We asked Dad.
He managed to remove the disc, despite being held in place with the red security tag (that we've now learned continues all the way under where the disc sits).
And so, we've done it. We have completed the impossible. We have broken into a state of the art DVD security system in less than half an hour using only a spoon, our teeth, a craft knife, our father and our will to never give up.
I am a Ninja.
Tonight, something amazing happened. Tonight, I proved a national franchise and months of scientific research wrong. Tonight, I became a Ninja.
It all started after rather tedious day of working in the museum. For years, I have accepted that this will be my life. Years upon years of averageness and predictability. Little did I know what would be in store for me later that night... After work, I met my Mum and sister at Pak N' Save to buy groceries. It was there that I was enticed by Rip It Up magazine, featuring Muse on the cover. Drooling, I raced over there, wanting to buy it. I skimmed the glossy pages, finding myself disappointed by how average the article was. Then, I turned around. I saw it. Warner Brothers "The Magic Sword: Quest For Camelot".
http://www.impawards.com/1998/posters/quest_for_camelot_ver6.jpg
Thrilled by my find (and the fact that it was only $10), I bought it, intending it to be a gift for my brother.
Once I got home and settled down to watch it, the real wonder began to unfold.
As it happens, the woman who served us at the supermarket did not remove the red security tag from the DVD. Perhaps she had made a mistake and forgotten to remove it, or perhaps she was a Ninja master in disguise, sending quests to those she could sense were worthy. I must have an aura about me as she knew I was up for the challenge.
And so Annette and I got to work. We tried to pry it open with a spoon (both ends), fail. We tried our teeth, fail. We tried reaching in our hands to pop open the disc and shimmy it out of the case, fail. We tried cutting the plastic DVD case with a craft knife, SUCCESS! However, the disc proved near impossible to free once we got the case open. The DVD itself was like a rare diamond, trapped in it's black, abysmal confinements, teasing us with it's rare beauty and what it has to offer us. The disc gleamed, light reflecting from it's metallic sheen, mocking us so. It was time to take this to the next level.
We asked Dad.
He managed to remove the disc, despite being held in place with the red security tag (that we've now learned continues all the way under where the disc sits).
And so, we've done it. We have completed the impossible. We have broken into a state of the art DVD security system in less than half an hour using only a spoon, our teeth, a craft knife, our father and our will to never give up.
I am a Ninja.