Shadow Caption Contest for 11-24-2008
I think Graham Gahan Wilson, the artist of this week’s cartoon, might hate the New Yorker’s caption contest as much as I do. How else do you explain the untethered horror of his Butcher Shop of the Soul, his Deli of the Damned, his…is that a fried egg nailed to the wall? Man, I’m a little creeped out, but that’s why the Shadow Contest began, as an attempt to capture the true evil in every week’s cartoon. And what an embarrassment of riches we have before us.
Here are my starter entries:
#1. “Don’t look so shocked, lady. I’m not doing anything the magazine industry hasn’t been getting away with for years.”
#2. “Each one you eat gives you back a little of your youth. If you can stand their screams, you could be 22 by the end of the day.”
#3. “When I saw you in here last week, I though, ‘I must paint her.’ But, alas, I know only cleavers and beefsteak.”
I begin my seven-day prelim today, so posting (as well as eating and sleeping) might be a little sporadic. Please bear with us as we attempt to stay in school as long as humanly possible. Why not take this opportunity to enter our little shadow contest? If one thing is certain, your attempt can’t be as bad as the one that’s going to win. Ugh.
Mon., Nov. 24, 2008
Reader Comments (3)
Gahan Wilson, not Graham.
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