August the First

Hey, guess what? Its friendship day, or so my newspapers say. By complete coincidence, two of me best mates are coming for dinner tonights, Manav and PC, along with respective family.
Other good things happen too, India actually giving Lanka a good pasting. Methinks Sachin should just take up legspin now, what, with 28 hundreds and all, he should aim for 200 weekats. Needless to say, he is playing the good creekat.
Yeah, enough making fun of Ranjit Fernando.
Yesterday, I saw the most amazing thing on the telly, Crocodile Hunter, the movie.
If you are not familiar with Croc Hunter, his name is Steve Irwin, and he is as mad a nutter as ever existed in this fine world. This is a man who named his daughter after his favourite dog and crocodile, this is a man who met his wife in a zoo.
But he crossed all sane limits in this movie(which, by the way, also had a really really insane plot, something about the FBI tracking down a satellite beacon that had been swallowed by a crocodile on re-entry into the earth's atmosphere, kudos to the chap who came up with that).
Sample this. He sits, and literally plays, with world's deadliest snake for five minutes, all the while explaining how you should definitely not try this at home, because the venom from one bite could kill 150000 rats. The snake, meanwhile, is desparately trying to bite the chap, so it can go on its merry way. He is, of course, taking this as an opportunity to sing love songs to the snake, complimenting its beauty and grace.
You simply have to admire the man.