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Monday, September 4, 2006


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Reporting from the front lines of Gaia's GD and the CNN website, I have news. Steve Irwin is dead. Stuck in the chest with a stingray barb.

Let's take a few moments to let that sink in.

Steve Irwin

is dead.

He's just one of those guys you think will never die, or will last at least till a hundred or so. Athletic, healthy diet I'm sure, and for all the risks he takes with wild animals he's damn good at what he does--er, did. He's taken on crocodiles twice as big as him and yet it was one stingray, one little barb (relatively, anyway) to take him down. Death likes irony.
But somehow I just can't imagine media without Irwin. Of all the celebrities I can think of, he was the most alive, and one of the least controversial (other than the baby thing, I can't think of anything else anyone dared to gripe about). He had a family, he had pets. He had a TV show. He was so...not dead. And now, without warning, POOF. No more. I imagine Animal Planet will be airing Croc Hunter shows for weeks in memory of him. I say go for it. Steve Irwin was one of the few genuine good guys in the media, and he had such a cool accent. Don't let anyone forget how awesome that accent was, how expertly he handled animals, and how cheerful he always was. He'd get smacked with a croc's tail, he'd just laugh it off and keep going. If that happened to Paris Hilton there'd be lawsuits out her ass and we'd never hear her stop bitching.

So cheers, Steve Irwin. Rest in peace, and may your memory be good, wholesome entertainment for generations to come. Let your death be not in vain. And watch over your family. At least now you can chill with your dog again; see, it's not all bad!

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