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Taking a break from all your worries

Once again, a look into my motivation to do things and the lack of motivation to do things.

In the last month or so, I've decided to take on a feat that seems big and momentous, but I'm up for the challenge. And that challenge is to watch all eleven seasons of Cheers. Watching all those episodes might take the rest of the year, but I don't mind. And I don't mind hearing "Where Everybody Knows Your Name" over and over again.

What prompted this desire came from the last show I had a tremendous drive to watch from start to finish: the re-imagined version of Battlestar Galactica. While watching the "Taking a Break From All Your Worries" episode with Ronald D. Moore's commentary on, he confirmed that the episode's title was indeed a nod to the Cheers theme song. Couple that with the fact that the entire series was on DVD, I figured why not.

I saw a few episodes of Cheers when it was originally on. But due to the fact that the lighting (yes, the set's lighting) was dark and the subject matter seemed very adult-like, I cannot remember which episodes I ever saw in the original run, and I cannot say I was a fan of the show. Well, thanks to whatever technology that made the episodes look better on DVD, I can now see Sam's eyes and the bar itself. And it helps that I'm older so I get more of the adult subject matter.

Contrast all this with trying to get into Strangers With Candy. Jason lent me the entire series on DVD, and despite rave reviews from people I trust, I just cannot get into this show. Getting through the first disc was difficult, and I'm not that compelled to finish watching the entire series. Too many one-off episodes with very little continuity can make me wonder why I'm watching something. Couple that with the fact that I didn't have the drive or tremendous curiosity to know how the show begins and ends.

So I guess that's a good way to say that when I'm completely driven to do something, I want to see it through to the end. But if I'm not, doubts and overthinking will just derail everything. Thus explains plenty of other things in my life that have nothing to do with watching TV shows on DVD.

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