No matter what you think of Poison - a hair-metal band whose "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" will still be playing in tattoo parlors on Mars in 2314 AD - it's hard not to like Bret Michaels these days. He just always looks so happy to be alive, and now that he seems to be heading towards "American Idol"-scale respectability instead of a life as a reality-show punchline, he looks as if he knows how lucky he is. People reports that he knows now what he wants his legacy to be:

There's more, including the importance of being a good person and "spreading love" - perhaps with a rake - but that's fairly common. Few people want to be known for having rocked. The only question is what, exactly, constitutes "rocking" per se: singing? No; then it would be called "singing." Being awesome, as in "that rocked"? Being highly skilled at a particular task? Being deeply moved and unnerved, as in "I was rocked by the news of the plummeting Dow"?

Don't ask me. It's Friday. Go rock the weekend, and get back to us with your own definition.