There’s an epidemic of geeky birthday and wedding cakes going around. Two of them made the top ten at Digg this weekend! Check out this iPhone cake Flickr user icruise received for his recent birthday.

But thats just the beginning! There’s a cake for every gadget. Most of them seem to be “Apple” flavored.

How the 108-year-old telcom giant stole my money, ruined my weekend, and drove me insane.

[Update #1: An Open Letter to Sprint CEO Gary Forsee]
[Update #2: Satisfaction Granted]

My Friday night was ruined before it had begun. Between 7:45pm and 1:15am, I would talk to seven different Sprint customer service representatives. My bill, which was $630 higher than expected, would be deemed both "an obvious computer error" and "completely valid." I would be transferred and hung-up on and stranded on hold. One time I'd even be called back. I would be told I was the victim of a scam; I would be accused of concocting one.

I would be told nothing could be done and I would be lobbied to upgrade my text-messaging plan. I would strangely bring up the Saddam Hussein hanging, just making conversation.

And I would keep a running diary to document the madness.

6:52pm: While watching a documentary about the 1999 St. Louis Rams on my iPod, I receive this email from my wife: "Sprint has charged you another $600 for the BlackBerry you are now reading this on." This kills the good feelings born from Kurt Warner's improbable rise.

7:30pm: Now off the bus, I practice verbally jousting with Sprint Customer Care. I play all roles. Talking to yourself in your car is not crazy, I decide.

7:39pm: At home I see the mess that is my Sprint bill. But at least I can read it. Our first three bills were printed in Spanish.

7:45pm: Dialing Customer Care.

7:46pm: I am told all customer service representatives are busy assisting other customers.

7:48pm: I am told all customer service representatives are busy assisting other customers.

7:50pm: (Again.)

7:51pm: I am now talking to Anna, who is most likely from Canada. (I will later learn that everyone I spoke to was in Canada. They're probably all in the same room, cackling with glee.)

Faster Than the World is hosting a poll on the worst songs of the seventies. There’s a lot to choose from. If I had a nickel for every time I played one of these on the radio, I wouldn’t need to look for a job now. I came close to copying the list, but it made me throw up a little. Go vote for the ones you hate the most, til Sunday afternoon. (via Dustbury)

Just a note to say cheers to the boys at Pontiac for organizing a sexually-charged live event last night in Second Life. The pilot of my gameshow went off without a hitch, and several contestants offered to have my love child, which is always a good thing. Although I'm sure some corporate toes curled when I suggested to the crowd they design a Solstice with built in sex animations. But they should have expected no less.

Flickr set here, short report here. Audio and video was captured, I'll let you know when it's available.

Overheard some people talking about this at work yesterday. A video that made the rounds recently (I dont know, we may have even posted it here) that turned out to be fake...go figure.

Apparently, Diane Sawyer had the ladies on Good Morning America, and was taken aback by the unwillingness of the actors to appear apologetic for putting a fake video of the web. (Remember that generation gap thing I was talking about?) Kinda funny...the video's ok, too.

Just curious...what would the general reaction be if some crazy fucker DID place a bunch of lite brites around a city and they DID have explosives inside. And these cute little black boxes DID explode because everyone thought they were just cute ads for a cable tv show. Don't be a asshole, no one's doing anything like that. Now can I have my shoes back? My flight leaves in five minutes.

This is one of the many predictable posts on the web that condemns the city officials for, I guess, not being caught up on their cartoon network viewing. (although I agree that at this point, Boston should just let it go) And this is a post that speaks to the growing generation gap in mass media. One that ad agencies are well aware of. Like the old saying goes...you couldn't buy this kind of press.

I can't wait to see what Interference comes up with next.