Keep your pants on

I asked Julia to bring the mail in today so she hands it to me and says, "Hey, it's Zac Efron!" Zac is the star of High School Musical 2, which makes its debut this weekend on Disney. So he is on the minds and hearts of every girl Julia's age and several years younger and older.

Back to the mail. It's the latest issue of "Rolling Stone" magazine with Zac on the cover.

Was I impressed by this? No, Zac, as a matter of fact, I wasn't. My 8-year-old is watching you. Keep your clothes on.

The only reason we're getting Rolling Stone is because Chad inadvertently signed up for a subscription online while trying to sign up for something else. (That's really true -- Chad couldn't care less about what's going on in the world of rock 'n' roll.) I used to be a big fan of the magazine. In 9th grade, I rebelled against the pop music of the mid-'80s, sold my soul to rock 'n' roll and bought every issue of Rolling Stone that year. The writing has always been exceptional. One article I read that year about John Phillips' (The Mamas and the Papas) drug addiction convinced me to never, ever do drugs, and I still never have.

Twenty-plus years later, we've got children in the house. So, sorry, Rolling Stone, you're outta here.