February 29th has such potential. It's a novelty: only rolling around every four years and masked behind some vague lunar mystery. Human nature dictates that we enshroud this date in some form of forced celebration every four years when we stumble across it. But why? It's just a scrap of leftover hours cobbled together out of calendarial necessity. It's not a momentous occasion. It's an excuse to squeeze 8 more hours of productivity out of the workforce without us noticing. No one interesting was born on a leap day, save maybe Joss Ackland. And the history of February 29th is anything but momentous.