Monday, September 04, 2006

MY LABOR DAY SUCKED--AT LEAST SOME OF IT...

Oh sure, we spent some great quality time with my family in Clemson--which is always great. We all got to sit and visit and of course everyone got to have some great QT with Leo. Mandy and I went for a walk with my dad (who happens to have a PhD in Agronomy from Clemson) in the woods where we were introduced to the lethal pokeweed. So that part was great...

The shitty and really suck-ass part of it is that Steve Irwin died this morning in a freak encounter with a stingray. Steve Irwin, the "Crocodile Hunter" was a true freak of nature, a wild-eyed man-child who would hurl himslef at all manner of dangerous animals and then, as he is holding said animal in front of the camera, deliver a hurried monologue as to the animal's lethality and why it deserves our respect and protection. He was like some bastard cross between Marlon Perkins and my crazy uncle Bill who once grabbed a massive rattlesnake by the throat and killed it because he heard they "were supposed to be pretty good eating."

We used to watch Irwin every Saturday morning in bed... He attacked the world like some mutant three year old--full of wonder and excitement. I will miss him...

1 comment:

hyacinth said...

When I heard the news, you were the first person I thought of. Aw, your impersonation will have a bittersweet edge to it now.

At least he died doing what he loves. It might have been a far sadder thing for him to have died at 98 of Alzheimers in a nursing home somewhere, warranting only a tiny blurb in the paper about the "curiousity" that was Steve Irwin. At least that's what I kept telling myself until I saw some footage of his sweet little girl on TV last night and realized that this shit is sad any way you slice it.