SFGate’s Peter Hartlaub asks, “Where’s the fizz?”

After spending way too much energy fighting that fake War on Christmas, we’ve made ourselves vulnerable to something even more insidious: A Sneak Attack on New Year’s Day. Because like it or not, this weekend’s New Year’s celebration is shaping up to be the worst holiday ever.

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Dick Clark is running on vapors, resolutions have become virtually meaningless and the ‘Happy New Year, Charlie Brown!’ television special gets nowhere near the respect of his Christmas, Halloween and Thanksgiving counterparts. There’s only one New Year’s song, it’s from Scotland of all places, and nobody can remember the lyrics past the sixth word. (‘Should auld acquaintance be forgot and blah blah blah blah blaaaaah. …’)

Jen and I will be working our second jobs on Sunday, as usual, but we do both have Monday off from our primaries.