I was interrupted from watching a "Baby Einstein" video with my daughter this past Saturday by a call from none other than the Red Man. We never talk on the weekends so I figured this had to be important. He asked me a question that, at the time, I didn't think much of, but in retrospect, it could change the course of our long-standing friendship.

"Would you mind if I left Sprint?"
This might seem to be a harmless question, but it isn't. The foundation of our cross-continental friendship has been free phone calls to one another on a weekly basis because we both have Sprint for our cellular phone carrier. Although I had made several threats that I was going to Verizon once my contract expired in December, it was the Red Man who was about to draw first blood.

"No, why would I care?"
The Red Man, technology-nerd that he is, went the AT&T route, selling his soul to buy an iPhone. By doing so, he has left the Doctor and his Sprint phone in the dust, pondering just how many anytime minutes he has left to keep his friendship alive.

We could have remained as cool as the Sprint pitchman on the left, but Red had to change it up, and now the Doctor is wondering if the weekly phone calls can continue. We're talking another 30-45 of my "anytime" minutes here! What used to be free phone calls now will have the sound of a meter running.
The future of our phone conversations looks bleak...no more calls dissecting the Red Sox's chances of winning the World Series. No more political debates. No more long-winded discussions of the lying, cheating Bill Belichick. Our calls will soon evolve into a simple exchange of pleasantries and the polite, "How's the weather" question. And for what? The Red Man has put his friendship on the line over a damn iPhone! Burn in hell, Steve Jobs. I'm glad Bill Gates stole your ideas.
On second thought...is it wrong to blame Apple for this apocalypse? The jury is out, check back in a couple of months when the phone calls have dried up, or the Doctor has shelled out every last nickel to his name because he went over his allotted anytime minutes.
A couple of quick notes that have recently come to the good Doctor's attention that are worth mentioning.
Facebook is awesome, much better and more addicting than MySpace. You may recall a
blog I wrote about Caterina (Cathy) Mete, a "Wiggles" dancer the Doc had the hots for. Well she's on Facebook and this picture was downloaded by the Doc to show you just how smoking she is out of her red jacket and black pants. The doctor did send her a love note, inviting her to L.A. without her fellow dancers, but so far, no response. Although we are expecting something from her attorney in the mail though. Something that had the words "cease" and "desist" and "500 feet" in it. Not sure what that's all about. Regardles....

Hubba hubba as one fellow blogger might say.
Not sure if anyone watched the Emmy's or not (this past show was the lowest rated one in the show's history, so probably nobody who reads this blog tuned in) but I saw two good reasons to watch the AMC show, "Mad Men."

The charming woman on the right is Christina Hendricks (no relation to Ted as far as I know). She takes the word "buxom" to a whole 'nother level. And those guns look real folks. She's 30, and apparently still single. So the Doc is hoping for a nice get together with Miss. Mete and Miss Hendricks someday. Clothing, prophylactics, and morals will be optional.
And then he might not care about the fucking iPhone.