One year ago today, TIME shocked dozens and bolstered resumes everywhere by naming "you"the magazine's person of the year for 2006. It was a landmark decision, the type of honor that makes you walk with a little extra bounce in your step. Who "you" were exactly seemed unclear, but then, it didn't matter either. There was a fancy-nancy mirror on the cover and if you squinted hard enough (...and held the magazine away from the light in rooms lit by energy-efficient lightbulbs and bereft of natural light), you could see yourself on the cover of TIME. It was awesome.That's all over now, though. Yesterday morning, the world woke up to a new person of the year, and this one doesn't have a blog. In fact, he'd probably have you killed for reading this blog. Congratulations, Vladimir Putin! But would it hurt to crack a smile?