Sep 04, 2006 21:40
So, just got back from Vermont with Joanna and her family. It was incredibly fun -- they're a great family, and we ate almost nonstop. Life is good.
HOWEVER...
I just got the news this morning about Steve Irwin. For those of you a beat behind from the world, the legendary corcodile hunter died during a dive in the Great Barrier Reef when a stingray pierced his heart with its barb (seems kinda "Life Aquatic"-y).
This news depressed me far more than it had any right to. Seriously, I felt a real chill when the radio buzzed out the story... I was shocked. Screw floods, wars, famines, and all-too-near outbreaks of disease. I'm talking about the Crock Hunter!
Maybe it's because I watched his show a lot, or maybe it's because he does the kind of work I'd like to, or maybe it's even because he had a wife and two kids, but it was a jerk. It's times like this that I remember that I'm delightfully strange.