I know it’s not the most stunning bit of news to post since my return from San Francisco, but it looks like there may be one immediate casualty of Sprint and Nextel’s corporate union becoming official: the Sprint guy.
Sprint’s headquarters are in Overland Park, Kansas, and according to The Kansas City Star [free registration bypass can be found here], Brian Baker, a.k.a. Sprint Guy/The Man in Black actually found out about his potential state of limbo in the paper. The guy’s been in some 150 commercials since the late 1990s and, according to the article, “became one of the best-known pitchmen in the history of American advertising.” I’m not so sure about the accuracy of that statement, but he’s far superior to the fuzzy-haired, bespectacled Verizon dude incessantly blurting out his master’s mind-numbing catch phrase.
The article is full of random tidbits: Baker made People magazine’s 2001 list of the sexiest men alive, and a year later he married hottie Terry Farrell (Jadzia Dax on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine).
Anywho, Sprint Nextel peeps quoted in the article claim that Baker was never called about the news because he’s still under contract and will apparently stay that way until sometime next year. Until then, Baker’s online fan club, sprint.justmango.com, will apparently have to sate themselves on reruns. All I know is that if Sprint Guy returns, I better not hear the walkie talkie beep for the duration of the commercial. If so, I’ll wish he never came back.

It’s all coming into view for me. Before PayPal, eBay transactions took weeks, for a check to be delivered via snail mail, and wait then for the item to be snail mailed back. PayPal cut one of those postal pains by allowing an instantaneous money transfer. eBay should have done something like that themselves. Instead of kicking their own backsides, they decided to investigate 

Each day I watch a bit of news, and am in disbelief. Stars are flying their private jets out, and personally helping out with their own two hands. Oprah even fought her way into the superdome, where she was seen holding a filter over her nose and mouth. With things this bad, people need to help out. Our buddies over at PayPal 



My phone just doesn’t do enough for me: Call anywhere in the nation for free, instant messenging, web browsing via the GPRS network, pop email for three different accounts, games, downloadable ringtones, a comprehensive calendar, and more… I need a phone suit for Madonna, Iggy Pop, and Lil’ John. I need an Apple/Motorola phone. “Listening to my phone” is something that I want to embed into my vocabulary I can carry my iPod with me, but with an iPod and a phone in my front pocket, lots of girls think I’m just happy to see them.

This is great. All you cell phone camera addicts out there, take a moment to find a fellow photog and chest bump. The boys in blue