Even though I never once watched his show, I feel that I need to join the rest of the world in saying goodbye to Steve Erwin, the Crocodile Hunter, killed by a stingray this week. As an aside, I think being killed by a stingray is actually pretty cool sounding. Better than heart disease, cancer, or drug overdoses, which will likely do in the rest of us. Morbid, yes. True....? Maybe?
In other news, I'm back in IA after an extended summer vacation due to the wedding of a very dear friend. I've already gotten three tickets on my new car from Dordt security (because they wish they had Volvos), fallen down the Southview stairs (because my flip flops are slick), had to change my schedule twice (because I have to be done by Christmas), and gotten into a fistfight with Carl Zylstra once (because he enjoys a good spar as much as I do).
I also love being the Gen 300 TA, because I can make the lives of Reid and Ross a living hell and get paid for it. Works for me!
