Monday, September 04, 2006
All done
Ok the banner campaign is done. Thank you to everyone who clicked. Not sure doing it was really worth it though. Not sure I'll do it again.
Anyway, just wanted to say thanks. I'm really quite bummed right now. No laughing at me please but I'm really quite sad about Steve Irwin's death. I'm sadder than I thought I'd be over it and I'll tell you why, even though this is the 24 addict zone or whatever. 24 worshipping will resume, I promise.
When the Crocodile Hunter showed up in my house, my daughter was around 9 years old. She loved it so I of course wanted to spend time with her so I would watch his show with her. We goggled at this crazy man throwing himself on top of crocs and gators, picking up deadly snakes and his unbridled enthusiasm for it all. We cracked jokes at his expense and often imitated him when our cat went into hunt mode and stalked her squeaky ball.
Even though he (unintentionally) made us laugh, we were also enamoured of him. I loved how he would be as emotional about animals as he was about his own family. Animals were part of his family and I admired that enthusiasm and forthrightness about him. I loved how he included his family and friends in everything he did. My daughter loved learning about the non "cute and cuddlies."
So I guess what I'm saying is that his show is wrapped up in happy memories for me of spending time with my daughter. Even though he seemingly tempted fate by getting right up in there with the deadlies, we never really thought anything serious would happen to him.
I guess that's why I'm this sad about it. I feel awful for Terri, Bindi and Bob, his best mate Wes and everyone else he touched with his passion for conservationism and wildlife preservation.
Even if you thought he was a joke, I don't really care. I loved him, his shows and I admire everything he accomplished in his all-too-brief life.
Thanks for letting me depart from the usual chatter about 24.
Anyway, just wanted to say thanks. I'm really quite bummed right now. No laughing at me please but I'm really quite sad about Steve Irwin's death. I'm sadder than I thought I'd be over it and I'll tell you why, even though this is the 24 addict zone or whatever. 24 worshipping will resume, I promise.
When the Crocodile Hunter showed up in my house, my daughter was around 9 years old. She loved it so I of course wanted to spend time with her so I would watch his show with her. We goggled at this crazy man throwing himself on top of crocs and gators, picking up deadly snakes and his unbridled enthusiasm for it all. We cracked jokes at his expense and often imitated him when our cat went into hunt mode and stalked her squeaky ball.
Even though he (unintentionally) made us laugh, we were also enamoured of him. I loved how he would be as emotional about animals as he was about his own family. Animals were part of his family and I admired that enthusiasm and forthrightness about him. I loved how he included his family and friends in everything he did. My daughter loved learning about the non "cute and cuddlies."
So I guess what I'm saying is that his show is wrapped up in happy memories for me of spending time with my daughter. Even though he seemingly tempted fate by getting right up in there with the deadlies, we never really thought anything serious would happen to him.
I guess that's why I'm this sad about it. I feel awful for Terri, Bindi and Bob, his best mate Wes and everyone else he touched with his passion for conservationism and wildlife preservation.
Even if you thought he was a joke, I don't really care. I loved him, his shows and I admire everything he accomplished in his all-too-brief life.
Thanks for letting me depart from the usual chatter about 24.
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