One perennial disruption to the routine of a Couch Potato, is this tradition at the end of the year amongst the news entertainment industry to take on a retrospective. And invariably there is some kind of top ten list which includes a cat with duck story, a cancerous child story, a pregnant woman rescued from shark story. And you can see glee in red noses, and the "Oh Dear" of a realizing nightmare that must be the lot of some unfortunate whose role it is to find something to talk about through the seven days of rampant consumption.
In a moment of anguish, brought on by the failure of the UPS to perform
miracles, I found myself fully embracing the dilemma of a retrospective by
giving consideration to my own year. A first question for my own product
was "how entertaining?" I realize that it's a parameter which more
often than not does not enter the work I do, at least not by design, or
preordination, or focus group. Then I asked "Entertainment" the question
"what is it you do?" The reply "I engage the endocrine system," fell
rather well to my ears.