Monday, August 8, 2011


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Shark Weeks begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.
- The Notebook

Shark Week is over and I'm depressed. It truly is the best week of the year. This year, Shark Week coincided with my brother's Wedding Week, so I wasn't able to spend hours on end sitting in front of the TV being semi-terrified and wholly entertained. But I did get to watch my fair share, so I'm not complaining. I just love that warm fuzzy, Christmas time feeling Shark Week gives you. Like, you know everyone is staying in for the night because there's nothing in the outside world that's better than what's happening on your TV. Sharks, dude. Serious props to anyone who takes their love for sharks to permanency by inking it onto their skin forever and ever and ever. I love how beautiful and horrifying they are- like I don't know whether to be like "OMG, nice ink!" or "I CAN'T LOOK AT THAT- I'M SCARED OF SHARKS!" What... a conundrum. I could maybe rock that little dude with hipster glasses and plaid. You know he won't bite you because it's totally too mainstream. Everybody's doing it... even the hammerheads. Ew.

I leave you with the best advice I've ever heard on TV... (minus everything on the Jersey Shore)

Tracy Jordan: But I want you to know something... You and me, it's not gonna be a one-way street. Cause I don't believe in one-way streets. Not between people, and not while I'm driving.
Kenneth Parcell: Oh, okay.
Tracy Jordan: So, here's some advice I wish I woulda got when I was your age: Live every week like it's Shark Week.
-30 Rock


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