Obsession...Frak!

I'm currently obsessed with the new Battlestar Galactica series. Those of you who know me know that I don't subscribe to cable TV, so I'm playing "catch-up" by ordering the series on Netflix. But I can't seem to watch just one frackin' episode. I turn on the DVD with every intention to watch just one, and then 3-hours later, I've wasted the whole night. I really do consider this a psychological problem. It's the exact reason why I don't have cable. I do have a TV, but only can get a handful of channels, and even those I get with really bad reception. I do this on purpose because I figure I'll flip through the few channels I have, get disgusted, and then turn off the TV and do something productive. But even then I sometimes find myself watching hours of Everybody Loves Raymond, King of Queens, Bernie Mac, that show with Jim Belushi and Courteny Thorne Smith. The list of syndicated crap goes on and on.

I know that I'm not alone in this. Which leads me to my question: What is it about our brains that hardcodes us to get obsessed with stuff, even against our own best interests. I guess there is some modicum of pleasure we get out of the object of our obsession. For example, Battlestar Galactica ROCKS! So does LOST and Heroes. So what the Frak am I doing watching Girlfriends or George Lopez, some of the worst crap on Television! There's no answer here, folks, just questions. Perhaps more exploration will occur later. This is just on my mind because just tonight I wasted 3 hours watching 4 episodes of Battlestar Gallactica.

And now off to bed, where I will fall asleep to another obsession...the "Keith and the Girl" podcast.