Buh?

So, I'm naughtily thiefing the neighbor's vulnerable wireless network, and the first thing I see on my friends page this morning is mermaid_wench's entry:

Goodbye Steve Irwin, you will be missed.

My brain makes a "boing!" noise and demands, "WTF?" So I google "Steve Erwin News" and come up with an article about how the Crocodile Hunter was killed by a sting ray while shooting an underwater documentary. It's rather a shock, and my brain is still demanding, "WTF?" I'm really not sure what to say about the whole thing, other than he was far too young to die, and my heart goes out to his family. I didn't watch much of his work, but he's always just been there, you know? The idea that he is no longer there is a bit difficult to take in. The way he went is also so odd--I always imagined that, if he didn't die in his bed after years of wrangling the most poisonous and otherwise dangerous animals in the world, he would be ravaged by toothy crocodiles or poisoned by snakebite. If he had gotten stung on the leg or the arm, he probably would have survived, I imagine. But to get stung right in the chest seems like a bad one-in-a-million chance.

It's a bit odd to realize that I'll miss him, too.

And now, Alex's cell phone is singing opera, and that means it's time for coffee and scones. More updates later.