Have a good one! Or complain about how arbitrary it is, either way. The rest of the week will be fairly light in the ol’ content department around here, but be sure to check back in to see ALL THE NAMES WE DIDN’T NAME THE TOAST back when Nicole and I were first dreaming of a misandrist blog (spoiler alert: they are all garbage).

Anyhow, a little plug for those of you looking for something to do tonight: When Harry Met Sally is the greatest movie that is nominally about New Year’s Eve. “No movie was ever bad that had a scene on a train or prominently featured Auld Lang Syne,” as my dad always says.