Steve Irwin died today. Killed by a stingray, of all things. I am actually quite surprised by how sad I am about it. But he was funny, and cool, and totally insane, and yeah.
I actually snapped at my brother when he said for the fourth or fifth time, in this irritatingly smug little way that only nine-year-olds can really attain, that 'I knew something would kill him eventually.'
Guess how I found out? Was on LJ. Specifically
ways_back_room, the Milliways OOC comm. Ah, eljay.
...And yes, the first word out of my mouth was 'crikey!' when I heard. Any room in that handbasket?
RIP Steve.