obituary: steve irwin, the crocodile hunter (1962 - 2006)

well, i guess i've let myself lapse into complacency again, but with the amount of stuff i have to do these days, it's been hard to sit down and do anything. however, i do not think i can not make this post, for i believe that this man deserves at the very least a short tribute...
steve irwin was simply revolutionary. whenever i watched documentaries on the old channel 12, i always found it hard to stay interested or even awake at anyone else's voice other than david attenborough's. but steve irwin's approach to documentary simply took those boring wildlife shows and injected so much vivacity and life into them that blew everyone else out of the water. his antics and exagerrated manner did wear on at times, but i believe he was a pioneering figure in helping make documentaries fun to watch. his understanding of animals was a pleasure to watch when translated on screen, showing one stuff to do with the most unapproachable of animals never thought possible.

well, i guess all good things come to an end. his death is a truly unfortunate irony, stabbed in the heart by a docile stingray after staring death straight in the face in the form of australia's crocodiles. sad and abrupt it may have been, i don't think steve-o would have wanted to have gone in any other way doing what he loved best: getting up close and personal with the critters he loved.

crikey mate, i'm gonna miss you.