So, in between writing stimulus-related posts, I was catching up on my favorite Mongolian blogs, and I ran across a reference at Asian Gypsy to Mongolia's "ninja miners."
A vision of black-pajama-clad assassins stealthily roving the steppe, hurling shuriken at veins of ore, flashed through my mind. I had to know more.
But some knowledge is too dangerous. Because now that I have learned that Mongolia's "ninja miners" are so called because the green plastic pans they carry on their backs make them look like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I am paralyzed by my newly profound understanding of the absurdity of existence.
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