hmm, a lot of sharks in my entertainment today--just a fluke, I guess (was that a pun? sometimes I don't know...). I watched a Man from UNCLE episode today, and there was nasty, evil Carroll O'Conner with a lagoon full of sharks ready to eat any heroes asking to be tossed in (didn't go that way, haha bad guy, you lose/you lunch!), and then I put on Thunderball, and we have Largo bragging about catching sharks and selling them to eager customers. that's what you do if you're high up in SPECTRE...secondary income is something weird and exotic.
finally, here I am immersed in Family Matters, which you would think would take me a million miles away from sharks...but Robert Kewdingham, now that he's decided not to loaf about and disappoint his wife and relations any more, is actually thinking to go to work as an engineer for a shark farm. proposed shark farm. anyway, I don't think Robert has decided to amount to something in time to avoid the various deaths by poison multiple family(!) members are planning for him.
so, sharks as a great selling-product--when people aren't being thrown to them--has been shoved in my face all day, and it's been fun. by the way, this book is perfect so far.