Crickey!!

My original title for this was gonna be "Comin' 'round...", which I "hear" being said in Andrew Mc Carthy's voice in "Weekend at Bernie's" when he dumped Jonathan Silverman, who by the way is GORGEOUS, into the water once the rope tying the speedboat to the dock snapped when they were trying to escape the island.

It was gonna be called that, because the more I read about Steve Irwin the (kinda) cooler he seems to have been, but after I had to squeegie the spittle offa my monitor from the last comment on this subject, I decided to change it to what it is.

I don't hate the guy.
Never did, really.

But, he was a bit too... boisterous for my personal taste. Him, the Billy May guy who screams endlessly about the Oxy-whatthefuckever shit, that blonde guy who used to lead excerises (the one with the ponytail, not Susan Powter, and I can't stand her either)... alla those screamy/bouncy/"perky" kinda people make my eyeballs shatter after about a nanosecond.
(Same effect as a screaming baby, I might add...)

Plus, and normally I love accents, but this guy's was somehow irritating, probably due in part to his "enthusiasm".
And, while I'm at it, I've had about enough of that godamned Geico gecko, too.

Anyway... what he did as far as preservation and teaching was really cool.

The chances he took just for the sake of it were insane.

Maybe if he had been single and childless it wouldn't almost piss me off when I think of it.

Somehow, I can't seperate it in my mind from Eric (Sr.) risking death riding bulls.

And, it's not just "risking death", because everybody who breathes does that on a daily basis, but to chase it like that... fuckin' insane.

It crosses the border to "stupid" when you have a wife and even moreso when you have kids.

Once you have them, you also have an obligation to not keep flaunting death and doing things that will almost certainly lead to your death, sooner than later.

You just can't keep acting like a teenager with that "immortality complex" they all have.
(You know... none of them believe for one second they're as susceptible to death as the rest of us.)
I think it's caaalllled... yeah... growing up.

You quit driving like a raped ape.
You stop chugging full bottles of Jack.
You stop trying to gradute Summa Cum Laude for "Pharmaceuticals" from the School of Life.
You also quit handling, harrassing, playing with and daring things that Nature has clearly marked "Do Not Touch" by arming them with various ways to kill that probably make James Bond pop a boner.

You stop trying to die.

Okay?

So, yeah, it is sad the guy died.
He did do some pretty cool things for animals and such.
He was even cute, physically.
But...

it was no huge surprise to me to hear he'd died that way.

That he'd died at all, yeah, that was a "wow" kinda thing (for about 12 seconds), but not the way he died.

Not to be cruel, but, Jesus Christ... the guy was askin' for it.

Sooner or later, he was bound to end up as lunch for some kind of aquatic creature.
Or a snake bigger than a friggin' Redwood.

I'll bet even he wasn't surprised, beyond the initial pain/agony of being speared.

"Oh, crikey. I knew this was gunna happennnnn... ugh."

I mean, c'mon...

What would have surprised me was if he died of old age.

Posted by: Stevie at 06:57 PM

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1 Poking, prodding, annoying and teasing animals for $$ and "entertainment" isn't "conservation" it's EXPLOITATION

Irwin constantly pushed animals to the brink of attacking for ratings and money.....and now his wife (who isnt wrapped too tight either) is a young widow and his kids are fatherless.

I too am sorry he died, but like you Stevie, I cant say I am a BIT surprised by it.

Posted by: Ruth at September 08, 2006 06:10 AM (Z+Upq)






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