steve irwin is dead!

(i was gonna edit this post to make it more coherent, but in the space of two hours, my coherency standards have dropped, and now i find what i've written perfectly acceptable--i also have no qualms with starting on a parenthetical.)

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/TV/09/04/australia.irwin/index.html

two things:
1 australia has a prime minister?! O.o what exactly does his job entail? i guess he needs to exert western (white) influence on polynesians and micronesians (is that even a word?)...

2 i think it's great that although he (steve) was killed by an animal, they're (his family?) setting up a wildlife fund to help other animals. turn the other cheek. now replace the word animal with the word...well, choose an ethnicity. arab? jew? phillippino? if we can be so open minded for animals, why can't we do the same for ourselves?

in a spate of melodrama, i shall claim that i've died twice already this morning (in that life is moving on without me, and by life, i mean mit). smite is sending out reg day stuff and anne hunter is kicking me off her list.* i guess it's these small sloughing offs that keep our lives (and our mailboxes) uncluttered.

*elvo thought anne hunter was an interior designer. i astutely deducted this from the verbal hints he dropped on gtalk:

esadun: anne hunter the designer?

and later, in his own defense, he said,

esadun: is that really so tabboo?

who is this woman?

i mean...i wasn't course VI"

which is true, unless you count those years that he WAS course 6. you dirty liar, you. but, he doesn't read this blog anyways, so i can call him what i want here. not that i don't call him what i want to his face.

i'm in a relative mood. lines are blurring here, greys are mixing (where?), and elevator preening is king (in your underwear! jk jk). no really, people will blatantly check themselves out in elevators. it's like stepping into the bathroom of a club.