I only recently became aware of one of television's most frustratingly addictive hours of programming, Animal Planet's Whale Wars. For those of you unfamiliar with the show, the basic premise is this: a group of potheads from Moore Hill dorm hooked up with the foreign exchange students from your high school, bought a boat, painted it black with skulls and whales and other hallmarks of stoner art and hired a pudgy, disheveled, middle-aged geek