There will be one long post published in my name tomorrow, thanks to the magic of post-dating, but I’ll actually be officially on holiday from Tuesday morning through the end of the week. So! Chris, Lauren, Kevin and others will be posting while I’m gone. Leave them lots of comments, please. I’ll be in the Vegas of the Bible Belt, hunting down Yakov Smirnoff. Is this a great country, or what?

January 2nd is rough. The champagne’s gone, that exciting post-midnight feeling of renewal is a distant memory, and we’re left to face the harsh reality that our overly-ambitious resolutions might actually require a less-than-pleasant change in behavior. Or maybe we’re just hungover. Whatever. In any case, here’s a clip from one of my favorite New Year’s movies, George Cukor’s Holiday, in which Cary Grant spoils a New Year’s Eve party by telling his fiancee’s moneybags dad that he plans to quit working in order to “find out who I am and what goes on and what to do about it––now, when I’m young and feel good all the time!”