Our talented marketing commandos at the Times are putting together a new, semi-funky ad campaign with our columnists. We're supposed to be captured on film in our element, reflecting our personality; what we bring to our respective beats.

I can't wait to see the nude sauna photos of Daly and Spears, giving each other 80('s) lashes with seaweed whips soaked in eucalyptus brine.

Spent yesterday morning posing for mine, so I thought I'd offer a sneak preview before Daly and Spears read that I spoiled their photo surprise and begin spreading unwarranted rumors about what my pose will be.

We shot several poses but this is my fave. Notice the drive-in speaker hung on the bench; my Dad and I stole it from the last night of the old Midway D-I he used to run in Tarpon Springs, behind which I was conceived. Big, heartfelt thanks to Mike France's Beach Theatre and his manager Chris -- another Achiever -- who correctly spelled everything and pours a mean faux White Russian.

Remember this was shot with my camera, not the borrowed-from-Q gadgets that Times pros use and will presumably be much better.

I'm holding out hope for a billboard: