If Howard Stern is the self-proclaimed “King of All Media,” well, then I must at least be a Duke. Maybe an Earl.

Okay, how about Court Jester?

Reason being is that exactly one year after leaving the newspaper biz to try my hand at public relations, I’m embarking this week on yet another media adventure.

I’m joining the cast of Mad Men.

Okay, not really.

But on Tuesday, I am beginning a job as a writer for a suburban advertising-marketing firm. My new company bills itself as agency of innovation, and being the innovative sort myself, I’m excited about the opportunity.

I look forward to embracing this realm of the media industry. Particularly so, because in many ways, it’s my final frontier.

As I wrote back in May after my 15 seconds of fame on E! THS Investigates, I’ve now worked for newspapers, big and small, both in print and online. I’ve written sports, features and hard news. I’ve been a reporter, an editor and a columnist. I’ve done PR, been interviewed on TV (not only for E!, but a Polish television station, as well — long story), had my own radio segment and published a book.

Oh, and yeah, I also blog.

Once I get the hang of this advertising-marketing thing, I figure that when it comes to meida, I literally will have just about done it all.

Except for movies.

Still need to get one of those under my belt some day, I suppose.

Who knows, maybe if Mad Men ever goes to the big screen, I can be an extra.

In the meantime, I’ll keep my mid-morning Scotch and pack of unfiltered Camels handy.

Then again … maybe not.

Living near Wrigley Field and attending Chicago Cubs games like it’s my job, I know all too well about the Bucket Boys.

As do my eardrums.

But last Thursday, while while walking past Murphy’s Bleachers prior to the Cubs-Phillies tilt, I stumbled across a brand new drop in the bucket:

Behold the Bucket Baby. (See photo below.)

Perched on a crate next to his, um, mentor (?), the Bucket Baby’s rhythmic skills could still use some work. But, hey, the little fella already knows how to spin, flip and catch a drumstick.

As well as draw a crowd.

So much so that just a few feet down Sheffield Avenue, a rival Bucket Boy duo was sitting idle Thursday as they glumly pondered the new kid on the block.

With the Bucket Baby working it, the two of them couldn’t get any attention.

Or tips.

Even though one of the guys was in a wheelchair.

And had no legs.