It’s not as if I’m particularly affected by his death, or anything. It hasn’t made me realise my own mortality/realise pseudo-celebrities mortality/realise how quick the Canberra Times is to have an x-number of pages special, or anything, because I knew all those things already.
I wasn’t really sure how I should write about this. My options were:
Be really mean about it, and mock the fact that suddenly every radio station had nothing else to talk about. “Steve Irwin, the controversial crocodile hunter…” Click, “… a sting ray that hit him in…” Click “… killed by a sting ray…” Click, “… his controversial career that has been sadly ended by this shocking accident…” “The nation is in shock,” “the nation is in mourning,” “he will be sadly missed by the nation.”
But then I decided that would be callous and, as much as I just wanted to listen to the top 40, I do feel really bad for his family, etc. I mean, he was just 44, or something. I think that’s younger than my mother. And he had two kids.
And besides, the radio stations were just doing their jobs, if not being a little melodramatic about it.
Talk about how shocking it is that somebody’s life could be so cruelly cut short… who would’ve thought he could die after catching so many crocodiles? Who would’ve thought that in the end it would be a peaceful, serene, sea mammal (cartilaginous fish, if you want to get technical) that would do this reptilian-wrestler in?
But then, those things don’t really interest me, either. And I don’t actually find it that ironic that a stingray and not a crocodile killed him. I don’t think it’s interesting that after surviving so many encounters with typically more dangerous creatures he would be killed in a typically less dangerous situation. I mean, if you’re going to swim with the fishes, then…
So I didn’t really know what I wanted to say about, but I knew I wanted to say something. Maybe it had affected me in some deep and profound way, or maybe just because it was on the news so much it was on my mind. (And oh man are my tenses jumping around today, or what?)
And then this morning I heard that it is most likely that Steve Irwin was allergic to the poison in a stingray’s stinging-ray-thing, and that’s why he died so quickly.
So at least we can all take a moral away from this: it’s best to know what you’re allergic to, so you can avoid those situations. And to that boy who in year three caught bees in his hands even though he WAS allergic to them: I think you can learn an important lesson from this.
(I hope his family is okay. I hope all the families in Iraq, Lebanon, and East Timor etc are okay. I hope all the individual people in those places are okay. I hope everyone in the world/solar system/universe is okay.)
I watched a whole bunch of movies recently, and you should too.
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels – had awesome bits where people shuffled cards, was quite amusing, and made me want to gamble. I should never watch this movie again when I am of age to enter a casino. Also made me want to be involved in fun-mafia.
Snatch – made by the same guy as L,S&TSB, and who would’ve thought that Madonna’s husband would be this awesome? Made me realise why old women (anyone over 20) think Brad Pitt is attractive (before he was annoying, he starred in movies where he had a cool accent). Made me want to be a gypsy, travelling the countryside in a peaceful existence/stealing and beating people up. Also (again) want to be involved in fun-mafia.
Romeo and Juliet, Baz Lurhman version – don’t hate it as much as I used to. Good soundtrack. Mercutio so had a thing for Romeo.
Donnie Darko – watched it again to try and remember why it’s a cult-classic. It had good bits and bad bits, but aspires to be great, so that’s good enough for me. Killer soundtrack. Mainly it just has an interesting idea, you know, and I think Drew Barrymoore’s role was so… well, bits of it were un-needed, and I think she was a bit of a bitch in places, even if she was fighting for the right to give students good texts and trying to beat censorship.
Also, on a completely different note, giraffes are freaky. Their fur is just insane – kind of like a broken tile. Seriously, go look at a giraffe. Right now.
I’ve been reading ‘White Teeth’ by Zadie Smith, which has been hailed as the saviour of all literature ever, etc etc. And I mean, it’s good. But if this is the height of greatness in the adult book world, and most other books are even worse in comparison, then I am so sticking with young-adult.
And I like to think that the reason I don’t like it is because I don’t like it, instead of me not liking it because I’m so young and can’t understand what the characters are going through, blah blah blah. I mean, I’ve read plenty of books about ethnicity, ethics, the fabled mid-life crisis, etc. And I know I do understand this book, and I do get the layers, but I feel if I say I don’t like it then people are automatically going to assume that I’m just illiterate, because that’s what I think of people who don’t like my favourite books.
But I mean, it IS good. It’s just not the best thing I’ve ever read, and I don’t know why it got onto that ‘1001 books you must read before you die’ list when Nick Hornby’s ‘High Fidelity’ didn’t.
Seriously, what is up with that? I love that book.
Good thing: Spring is nice and sunny.
Bad thing: Spring means I’ll get hay fever soon.
Colour of the day: kingfisher blue. Doesn’t it have a nice name?
Song of the day: the song at the end of Donnie Darko. It’s so good!
Feel of the day: when you get your tooth filled and it goes all rough and cement-like, and months later it becomes a smooth cement and it’s fun to run your tongue over it.
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