Crikey! I Should Have Stuck to Reptiles!

It's a sad day for Australia, Animal Planet, and alligator lovers around the world. Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter died today from an apparent blow to the chest by a stingray's barb while filming a documentary, ironically, about dangerous marine life, in Queensland.

A damn shame, I tell ya. This guy had a real passion for life and his family, which is uncommon these days. My wife and I actually dressed up as him and his wife one year for Halloween, though the reason we did was more out of convenience than our enjoyment of his show- brown tee shirt, shorts, and a few rubber snakes from Toys 'R Us, and voila! Some animal experts like Jack Hannah say he kinda deserved it and that it was his own fault. Playing with such dangerous animals, it was inevitable that this would someday catch up and bite him in the ass, or in this case, inject a venomous spike through his heart. Perhaps this is true, but quite honestly Jack, I don't think he is looking for excuses or a defense for his actions right about now- a funeral home is more on target.

Animal Planet has already begun running his shows, in part I presume as a tribute to his work in educating and entertaining millions of people curious to know who the hell in their right mind would willingly jump into a pond with twenty foot eating machines. CNN is re-airing his interview tonight from the time where he was accused of child endangerment from holding his infant while feeding an alligator- dane-jah, dane-jah! Gotta love cable TV's reactionary schedule. I recall a few months ago when the whole Mel Gibson alcoholic anti-Semitic rage with the LA police erupted, there were at least three cable networks airing either Lethal Weapon, Payback, or Braveheart. I'm hoping something happens to Mr. T soon so I can watch Rocky III and A-Team episodes again.

Farewell Steve Irwin- you will be missed. I'll see you in reruns.