Black Shoe Diary= one of the best things to happen to ninjas since the color black

I have been on a McSweeney's kick lately, and I love the first installment of the Black Shoe Diary so much, that I was gleaming with joy when there was a second one posted today. I applaud you Eric Feezell.

Here is an excerpt:

BLACK SHOE DIARY:THE DAILY MUSINGSOF SHURUKU UMEZAWA: JUNIOR SALESMAN, NINJA

Tuesday, November 7

Sales work is often taxing. From what I have ascertained thus far, average day for salesperson consists of arriving to work 15 minutes late, talking to clients about "golf" (still have not learned what this is—sales tactic?—must research), strategically availing oneself of copious break time, and generally being a sycophant. I often become embarrassed when I realize that I am among masters. Especially Stan Friedman, who dodges responsibility as skillfully as I dodge detection when sneaking into an enemy fortress.

I sometimes miss the simple days of my past: Assassination, espionage, and inflicting excruciating pain employing pressure-point technique. Alas.

Read them for yourself:
Installment One

Installment Two