The existential crisis of a physicist during New Year's Eve is perfectly captured by Tom's unimpressed face. While everyone's celebrating Earth reaching some random point in its 940 million km elliptical journey around the sun, physicists are sitting there thinking, "You realize January 1st is completely arbitrary, right?" The Gregorian calendar could've started anywhere in our orbit, but here we are, setting off explosives because we completed another revolution around a G-type main-sequence star. It's like celebrating your car's odometer hitting 100,000 km while you're still driving on the highway.