So I'm waiting in the doctor's waiting room, and I grab the only magazine that looks even remotely interesting. (Well, that's not quite true. There was a Cruising World underneath it, and I love reading Paddy Prendergast.) It was slick, glossy, and wildlife-related. And not about health or parenting.

Imagine my surprise when, in the ten minutes or so I had to wait, I find myself quoted in not one, but two articles in this year-old magazine.

That I'm pretty sure I've never heard of.

Shoulda swiped it.