In order to get Leo Burnett, his ad agency, to send him to Cannes, David Perez agreed to wear webcam glasses and do whatever Twitterers tell him the whole time. Dude, you are not poor. Just buy a ticket. [DavidonDemand.com]

Finally, 3-D ads are coming to your television. We'd show you, but what's the point?

Steve Jobs has already been busted for exaggerating the resolution of a new iPhone screen the Apple CEO unveiled yesterday. It's only the latest in a series of misleading videos, pictures and claims designed to part you and your money.

When the oil spill hit, Florida ran ads assuring tourists that "Our Coast Is Clear." The ad's now been amended: There are "plenty of places" in Florida not soaking in toxic oil. Your chances are still good! [Adfreak]

The New York Times and the Wall Street Journal are locked in a mortal newspaper war that will determine the future of American journalism, etc, etc. Haha, but seriously they are arguing over marketing slogans, now.

Who's shilling vodka these days? Bruce Willis, as well as Spike Lee. Also, ad agencies can't find enough "creatives," and all the "creatives" that they have are stereotypical pricks. These things are all related, if you think about it.

In this awesome commercial for Li Ning—aka the low-budget version of Nike—Argentina's 2004 Olympic Gold Medal winning basketball team maneuvers the court as a cascade of killer plants (Triffids?) tries to stop the men from scoring. Video inside.

Did you know that just by sitting there, not drinking, you are killing the American economy? We're currently in the midst of the biggest "lite" beer sale decline in recent memory. The culprit? You. (And "Drinkability").

To its users and the press, Facebook made quite a big deal out of new privacy settings it rolled out yesterday. But to the people who write the checks, Facebook says everything is business as usual.

The latest in NYC's ongoing terrorism campaign of anti-smoking ads reveals: your lungs are made of bubble wrap, and everyone knows cigarettes pop bubble wrap. Whatever. As long as we can keep all our fingers, we're okay. [Copyranter at AnimalNY]

The British Advertising Authority has banned two handbag ads by Louis Vuitton because they intimated the factory-made goods were sewn by hand. Just because something says "handmade" doesn't mean it's handmade, people. (Well, unless tiny little Chinese fingers are involved.)

John Wren is CEO of the massive, ominously named advertising and PR conglomerate Omnicom. As part of his contract, whenever he dies, the (publicly traded) company pays his heirs $41 million. This benefits the shareholders by....????

In your gleaming Tuesday media column: big news at True/ Slant, The Atlantic's selling mad ads, the NYT gets a new media reporter, and every last thing is for sale at Shape magazine.

They might be your tweets, but the money is all Twitter's: The microblogging service must now get a cut of any advertising sold against Twitter content, even your own content. Nice racket.

Advertising's troubling death of euphemism has already forced Americans to confront the realities of toilet paper, fiber-packed poop enhancement products, and tampons, which go in vaginas (FYI). Now, diapers are being explained to us, as if we don't understand.

From here forward, only Twitter, the company, will be allowed to sell ads posted to Twitter, the microblogging service. Twitter wants to avoid crass commercialism and shilling. Too late, guys.

America's greatest controversy right this minute: Why is Michael Jordan wearing a Hitler mustache in Hanes ads? Is it because Hanes is crap, and Michael Jordan is an asshole? Makes sense, if you think about it. Carry on. [Adfreak]

KFC knows how to do three things: 1. Get lots of PR for its terrifying chicken-byproduct products; 2. Lose money; and 3. Make comical "branding" statements, while doing items one and two. Wait'll you catch the new tagline!

During last night's LOST finale, Target ran three show-inspired spots, either to make sure you knew what you were watching or because they hoped you would remember Target fondly as you bashed LOST's final episode.

Marc Jacobs' naked perfume ad is just another reason to love him.