Not at all Idol-like.

If there's one thing I remember about 1985, it's the cover of the January issue of Rolling Stone magazine. It's not so much the image—Billy Idol wearing little more than a leather jock strap and his signature facial expression—but the title that accompanied the photo: BILLY IDOL: Sneer of the Year. Every time I hear an Idol song, I think of the phrase "Sneer of the Year", and so, when I prepared to perform "White Wedding" in Rock Band with my niece and nephew (on drums and bass, respectively) this evening, I curled my upper lip into a pale approximation of Idol's expression.

I think we can all agree that I completely failed to capture the rebelliousness that Idol embodies. I think we can also agree that I ought not, under any circumstance, attempt to take further steps to replicate Idol's January 1985 Rolling Stone cover; if for no other reason, then for the sake of the children.

Now that we've settled that, let's move on to the matter of my beard, or what passes for such. I think, after a mere four days, I've achieved what, on most men, would normally be called a five o'clock shadow.

That's just sad.

Taking a nod from Jeff, my Sponsor of the Day is Ivan, of The Video Game Show. Though he hates all things, I think even Ivan loves boobs.