The Crocodile Hunter died!
OK, D and I are currently debating the surprise factor of this bizarre piece of news. I'm honestly a little surprised and he's.....not. Not even a tiny bit.
I guess I just thought that this guy has done crazy stunts for so long and built an entire empire around his wacky ways that he was really being more careful than it seemed. The man is a father! Was I sucked in by the sur-reality of TV? Though I only saw this guy when I accidentally stumbled upon his show, I always got the impression that it was as much a nature show as an act. I mean there is so little authenticity in TV that I had no reason to think otherwise, right? It always seemed so put on and over the top that it never occurred to me that this guy was really just betting on the idea that a thick layer of stupidity provides some sort of protection from the laws of nature. (I suppose that's possible, seeing as Bush not only survived childhood, he lived to graduate college! Darwin be damned!)
Anyway, I just thought I'd throw that out there. Am I alone in my rose-colored view of TV? Has grim reality finally taken over, leaving behind that childhood revelation that the blood on screen was only red goo?