Shark Week?

Earlier this evening, I was at a friend's house (another friend is house/dog sitting, so, as tradition dictates, everyone moved in to take advantage of the beer and cable -- don't worry this is part of friend #2's compensation) watching Shark Week. I'd been hearing a lot about Shark Week all week. Although I've never seen any Shark Week programing, I'd certainly heard of it.

Now that I've seen a few minutes of it (a segment in which Andy Samberg both sat at a half-submerged desk AND donned a diving bell, and in which the sharks may or may not have been CGI creations), I can safely say that I haven't been missing much.

Here's the thing: I don't have a great interest in marine biology during the other 51 weeks of the year and no amount of promos could change that during this week. Of course, it's possible that I'm just resisting the pop culture, as usual. Or maybe I'm just sticking to one of my most basic, most important beliefs, which is that pretty much anything you can do that doesn't involve watching TV is what you should do. But seriously, who gives a fuck about an ugly fish that some producer in a booth decided to name "Chunk?"

Apparently it works for the Discovery Channel, though, and good for them. For me, though, it's just more TV.

In light of that, when Tracey Jordan says on 30Rock, "So, here's some advice I wish I woulda got when I was your age: Live every week like it's Shark Week," I suppose he's saying that we should spend every week in front of the TV? No thanks!

Of course, there's another possibility, pertaining to Urban Dictionary's first definition of "Shark Week." For Jordan, this has certain other implications, which likely don't pertain to TV at all (or maybe they do, depending on Angie's mood.