Editor's note: A few months ago, we realized, thanks to the addition of weekly columns from Jojo Timmins and Command+D, we had enough material to post four days a week.  And, hey, if we could easily post four days a week, we should be able to post five days a week, right?  We put our heads together and attempted to come up with an easy something to get up every Monday morning and thus the Hangover was born.  But, it didn't really work out too well, we hadn't created the proper framework for an easy column.  And, although it produced some of the site's best columns, we had to face the fact that the Hangover simply didn't work.

We sat down and tried to figure out what the proper framework was and for some reason James Lipton wandered into the conversation, maybe a Geico ad was on TV or something, and we realized that the Hangover was destined to be a questionnaire, sort of like that ridiculous bit Lipton does at the end of Inside the Actor's Studio, but not nearly so pompous and reductionist.  We've gone ahead and thought of twenty some questions, a random sampling of which will be answered each week by a rotating panel of contributors.  You are witnessing the birth of the New Hangover.

- What were you most looking forward to this weekend?

I'll tell you that the answer was definitely not dinner with my girlfriend's parents at the Cheesecake Factory.

- When was your first orgasm? Self-Inflicted or otherwise induced?  How is your sex life anyway?

Let's just say it included a plastic cup and leave it at that.  OK?

- Review a TV Episode, Movie, Book, Article, Restaurant (or Meal), or Sporting event in one sentence.

Even though I had seen it in the theater, I netflicked Layer Cake and watched it this weekend.  You know what?  It really held up.  In fact, it's pretty great.  Daniel Craig is fantastic, Matthew Vaughn directs with some serious authority and all of the plot elements come together pretty well.  Also, the scene where Morty kicks Freddy's ass while Duran Duran's "Ordinary World" (by far my favorite song of 1992, narrowly edging out Saigon Kick's "Love is On the Way") is really great, especially the music editing and effects representing Freddy's loss of consciousness.  (That wasn't one sentence, but it basically contained that much critical insight, so I think we're good.)

- Did you leave your town?

I left Brooklyn to go to Manhattan, does that count?  I think we need to lay down a few more ground rules here.

- Did you do anything this weekend you've never done before? If, "yes", summarize in one sentence.

I already answered that one.

- What was your biggest time-waster this weekend?

According to my girlfriend, the answer would be reading my "overly-intellectual and absolutely boring book when you also have the entire Weekend New York Times and four issues of the New Yorker that you complain about not getting in a timely fashion but still don't have time for."

- Go ahead, just throw something out there. Anything. Anything at all.

I've had it with the NFL.  Too many games are decided by penalties (or non-calls on penalties) or some other sort of arbitrary bullshit like the spot of the ball, the playoff seeding is crappy, and basically the moral of this post-season has been that it's better to suck in the regular season and let technicalities get you into the playoffs because that way you can rely on the "nobody believed in us!" locker room motivation which seems to be the only thing viable in the NFL today.  I'm a big fan of my team, but I really hate the NFL and the way they conduct things and, to tell the truth, I've kind of had it with football itself.  I don't know what it is that sucks me back in every fall, maybe it's that my baseball team is in total swan-dive mode by the time football kicks off, but I'm really gonna work on not caring next year.  And this time, I mean it.