Eulogy
Two nights ago, prompted by the need for entertainment, I popped into the DVD player the Crocodile Hunter movie. This morning, I was informed that Steve Irwin had passed away. As most other people seem to be aware of this as well, I will spare my sparse readers the details. Suffice to say that, while Steve was (as far as I know) taken off the air at some point in time during 2004, likely due to an incident that was blown out of proportion because of a DIFFERENT celebrity's activities, the time spent watching various episodes of his show have been recalled with fond memories. Aright, so the crocodile hunter was pretty darn funny. How many celebrities can a person name who have actually been attacked by a wombat, without any provocation, after having called them "harmless"? Or stated "I'll be fine in the lair of komodo dragons, so long as they don't smell any blood on me," just before nicking himself on brambles. In the next shot, Steve is perched in a tree, surrounded by the giant lizards. I'm pretty sure you can hear the camera man laughing at him in the background.
It is interesting to note, however, that even after having been attacked by just about every creature cappable of blinking (and a few who aren't), Steve trudged on. Generally in a chipper, on screen manner, which his wife tried to emulate with varied success. I'm not sure, but if any one of my readers were to fall off the back of a truck pursuing camels, would they get back up again to chase after the vehicle? How many of you can dodge a snake? Wrestle a crocodile larger than yourselves...?
Suffice to say, that if the boy didn't have a fair bit of talent, brawn - and my fair readers may not believe me, but some brains as well - the crocodile hunter never would have lasted to 44.
He will be missed, even though he has already been missing from the world of broadcasting. (On my television, at any rate) Sure... there are other hosted nature shows, like "Killer Instinct", for example... yet somehow, I am unable to like someone who always walks around barefoot. Someone could perhaps take going without shoes as a show of compatency... but in truth, thick leather boots make a convincing snake-bite deterent. Plus, why on earth would ANYONE give a speech about a species of octopus so poisonous, it can kill on contact with skin while walking barefoot around the rocks where said octopus dwells!?!? For heaven sake!
*Sigh* My bit has been said. Though I probably spelt 'eulogy' wrong, after this message has been posted, I will never again be able to relate a crocodile hunter tale without a trace of sadness...
Until next post,
Opaxia
It is interesting to note, however, that even after having been attacked by just about every creature cappable of blinking (and a few who aren't), Steve trudged on. Generally in a chipper, on screen manner, which his wife tried to emulate with varied success. I'm not sure, but if any one of my readers were to fall off the back of a truck pursuing camels, would they get back up again to chase after the vehicle? How many of you can dodge a snake? Wrestle a crocodile larger than yourselves...?
Suffice to say, that if the boy didn't have a fair bit of talent, brawn - and my fair readers may not believe me, but some brains as well - the crocodile hunter never would have lasted to 44.
He will be missed, even though he has already been missing from the world of broadcasting. (On my television, at any rate) Sure... there are other hosted nature shows, like "Killer Instinct", for example... yet somehow, I am unable to like someone who always walks around barefoot. Someone could perhaps take going without shoes as a show of compatency... but in truth, thick leather boots make a convincing snake-bite deterent. Plus, why on earth would ANYONE give a speech about a species of octopus so poisonous, it can kill on contact with skin while walking barefoot around the rocks where said octopus dwells!?!? For heaven sake!
*Sigh* My bit has been said. Though I probably spelt 'eulogy' wrong, after this message has been posted, I will never again be able to relate a crocodile hunter tale without a trace of sadness...
Until next post,
Opaxia
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