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Dear Croc Hunter Dude:

So you died, predictably enough, while out on one of your thrilling adventures. But did you have to pick such a freaking hysterical way to go? I mean, really - I've gone snorkeling in the midst of hundreds upon hundreds of stingrays, played with them, even, and came out without a scratch. You? Stinger through the heart. Bizzare.

(Many things to write about from this past weekend, but I need to get my thoughts in proper order first, I think. Short version: It's fall.)