Today, I was in Express again -- but unlike last time, it was for something I actually wrote, not something I was just quoting and commenting on.
Here it is, in all its glory:
Of course, it sort of mischaracterizes what I was really writing about. And they left out some of my text without any indication.
Most significantly, it's so close to the picture of Condi Rice that you might think I managed to come up with something witty about her:
I guess there's always next time.