Last week, we announced to the world that we were looking for a new ad critic. We received hundreds of résumés, calls, faxes, carrier pigeons and one very hard to translate smoke signal. Luckily, we have a descendant of the famed Navajo military code talkers at Intergalactic Post Advertising HQ. After all that, though, we ended up finding our man in a bar; Manhattan's Ear Inn, to be exact. The guy's a genius. He hails from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, where his now-defunct magazine, Commercial Era, was based. Now that the interruptive era is over, CE has been forced to shutter due to lack of sponsorship. A moment of sil—