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October 1, 2007

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #116

Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon. Click here for details. Click here to see last week's results.

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Winner
“Ha! That’s brilliant! Of course we’ll run it - thanks for submitting! Do you have any others?” —Deborah

Finalists
"Not another Muhammad cartoon!" —Mike Mariano

"He will die of hunger, either from lack of food or lack of mouth. Either way: funny!" —Arthur

Honorable mention
"What do you think this is, fucking Highlights?" —LK

"I know - let's have it say '93827bab30d9e66444b755dda2dcc6c0d1bac01b.' Great, we'll run on on Floonsday." —RichM

"This drawing just washed up in a bottle. My son is stranded on a deserted island and he sent this note asking for help. I don't have time for your stupid cartoon ideas now."—JohnnyB

"We're really looking for something more self-reflexive and meta. Maybe a New Glorker cartoon office on another planet?"—Dan McCoy

"I found this under your son's mattress, so, you're fired. We don't take kindly to gays."—Harry

"[Translated from the original Dryzglorian] So those are my vacation photos. By the way, do you have any idea what those strange alien symbols that someone put on my door mean?" —John Tabin

"So, Glarbfield here is a lazy, overweight ka'at who likes to eat lasagna. Where's the funny?" —mypalmike

"Klaatu barada nikto, Gort. I mean, with shit like this? Klaatu barada friggin' nikto." —kejo

"The splortnawk tree looks like it has greevitch. Fix it." —Ernest

"One cartoon on a stack of blank paper does not qualify as a weeks worth of work. You know, there was a reason why your race was enslaved." —Brian L

"Yeah ok we'll buy it. Now then, my dick ain't gonna suck itself ... " —J.D.

Editor: "This guy has no mouth, Jenkins. How does he taste?"?Jenkins: "Awful." —LR

Shortly before being vaporized for barging into Dictator Eonor's private office, Kodos realized the foolishness of assuming alien scripts are read serially from left to right. —A Silly Mus Musculus

"Zmorg, can let you in on a little secret? I secretly wish that this drawing was real and it was my wife there, dying slowly...*Long contemplation*...Zmorg, how you like to stop playing for space-peanuts and make some big anti-gravity bones?" —Grant

"I can't run something this funny next to the Funky Winkerbean where Lisa croaks. Back in the vault with it." —Chris

Posted by Daniel Radosh

Comments

"GREAT!! Now we're making fun of Ring Bell For Service Heads!"

"Your caption for this cartoon has insufficient humor-value, Glorxzz, so the only honorable recourse is to utilize it as part of the New Smorker Caption Contest and hope that your brethren may succeed where you have failed. Should no captions exceed the minimum humor-value threshold, of course, your life will be forfeit."

Oh yeah, I *get* it...he's a blogger. But maybe we should add a few things. Like, the eye isn't nearly bleary and bloodshot enough. Also, he isn't drooling (maybe because he has no mouth)...and there should be stacks of dirty socks and coffee cups next to him - add somethng like that, OK? Hey, is there any way you can visually depict crazed mumbling and an offernsive, unwashed smell? Oh, and give him a laptop, that would be a good touch...

“Ha! That’s brilliant! Of course we’ll run it - thanks for submitting! Do you have any others?”

“Well, you don’t have to get it – that’s why it’s funny. I have some other ideas, too: a couple in bed, an interspecies couple in bed, a room where everything is absurdly oversized . . . . and of course, a bar scene. That’s classic. You know what else would be funny? A movie theater scene. A person quiets another sitting next to them in the movie theater where a crazy action movie plays. Now that’s funny.”

something about Tralfamador maybe...

I printed this out from your blog, Kodos. In case it doesn't ring a bell, it's a photograph of you, wearing soiled diapers and sitting on a huge mound of your own feces. The blog is titled "Diary(a) of a Coprophile." Listen, Wilson. Here at the New Antarean, we don't look kindly on our cartoonists being involved in this kind of filth. May I suggest that you submit your work to The Harvard Business Review instead?

Not another Muhammad cartoon!

Ah, crud. I just realized that my above post (9:33 am) refers to the cartoonist as both "Kodos" and "Wilson". Make that "Kodos" both times.

"Look. It was either this or 'Evrolet Girl' again."

"This is a professional office. Do you not own a tie?"

"This drawing just washed up in a bottle. My son is stranded on a deserted island and he sent this note asking for help. I don't have time for your stupid cartoon ideas now."

"We're never going to see eye to eye on this one."

"I'm the cartoon editor. The swimsuit edition editor is down the hall. Are you blind or just illiterate?"

"We are clearly from a different planet, yet we have language, business and clothing exactly like Earth. Do you find that humorous?"

Kejo: I assumed his name was Kodos Wilson.

"By Xenu, Zaxman, you do have an exceptional photo-realistic style! Have you ever thought of becoming a real artist?"

"We're really looking for something more self-reflexive and meta. Maybe a New Glorker cartoon office on another planet?"

No, I do not find this picture of you in a swimsuit to be arousing in any way. I am old-fashioned enough to be attracted to only the normal three-out-of-five sexes. Now, kindly remove your pedipalp from my ovipositor!

"This is dedicated to the One-Eye Love."

"Did you forget to caption this?"

What do you think this is, fucking Highlights?

"I'm sorry we don't publish Madeleine McCann jokes here."

Why is all your work so one dimensional?

Blitney Spheres just isn't funny anymore.

A couple of things: he's as big as the tree and there are no coconuts.


"Look. When I want 'derivative' I'll ask for it, OK?"

"This is second gear, Krapheltz. I want fifth gear!"

"So what do you think? Some 'clever' caption about sunscreen or missing sun-monocle would jazz up this lame desert island cartoon?"

"You expect to get paid for this shit? I'm the fucking editor and my desk is a misshapen cardboard box! There's no budget for half-assed cartoons! By the way, your turtleneck looks like a foreskin."

Yes, I see that it's tentacle sex. Can't you throw in something original, like missionary?

"Maybe something about an 'Eye-land' likes he's stranded on an 'Eye-land' waiting for the 'Staten Eye-land Ferry'...Yeah that's it! I love this job. Lunch?"

"So, Glarbfield here is a lazy, overweight ka'at who likes to eat lasagna. Where's the funny?"

"Put a shirt on her. We can't print a cartoon featuring exposed neeblorgs."

"What we really want is something that resonates with our demographic: Jews."

"Now have him say something inappropriate, like how much he misses his cappuccino machine. Because on this planet, 'cappuccino machine' can also mean 'hooker.'" See?

"What do you mean a beehive fell on his head?"

"Drawings like this! This is what I want. Like this."

"Is this some sort of joke!?"

"Don't get me wrong, Eeeelort, I think it's very humorous. But the earthlings may revolt if Mark Trail is eaten by an alien, even if it is only implied."

"I ask for a "Britney and her pet beaver" cartoon and you bring me this shit?"

"If you think this is art you need an eye glass."

Klaatu barada nikto, Gort. I mean, with shit like this? Klaatu barada friggin' nikto.

"Look, you're in a rut. It's no big deal, we all have 'em. Do you hear what I'm saying, Ag? I mean, your drawing technique is fine. It's just, well, take the caption you wrote for this one: 'The palm trees here are obscene.' It's a cliché, an inside joke, and well, lets face it, not funny at all. Listen, I'm going to help you out. We'll hide it inside some article about Christianity and pop culture by, who's that hack... Daniel something. Nobody will ever see it."

I don't get it.

Well it's kind of a meta joke. See on this planet called Earth there's a city called New York and there's a magazine there called The New Yorker and each week they...

"Where's the water? It's not an island without any FUCKING WATER!!!"

"Hmm, 'Desert island Vaj Eye-Nas?' I get it but reads more like some kind of global warming thing."

"No, no, no. It's just the old guy-on-a-desert-island gag. That's completely hackneyed. We would never run a cliche like that here at Cartoon Editor magazine."

Add a couple of blorglings and a caption like "I brought of couple of blorglings, do you mind?" and you might have something there. Our readership goes nuts for blorglings.

He will die of hunger, either from lack of food or lack of mouth. Either way: funny!

"And this is my oldest son, Zachary."

"Can you run me off, say, twenty copies of this before this afternoon's meeting?"

"Uhuh, that's Jamie, fucking eye sucker. The COUP went Best Seller over the weekend and this is the thanks I get."

"I don't know. To me it was funnier when your dad was drunk, stuffing his face and heaving all over the carpet. He's just any other dickhead here, sweetie."

"What can you do for me? I'll tell you what you can do for me. Get me a rubber band sandwich, and make it snappy."

"Get me anything you can on this guy. I want names, dates-- everything. Grease some palms if you have to. Just remember I'm not the Sultan of Brunei. Oh, and on your way out, tell Stevens to get his ass in gear and repaint my door already. It's been two weeks since we moved into this office, for Christ's sake."

"No dice. Larson had a Far Side exactly like this, only with a cow."

The splortnawk tree looks like it has greevitch. Fix it.

His package is distracting.

Of course he's a criminal. That's why he keeps his crotch covered all the time. But someday I'll find out who he is behind those pants. Someday. Now get out of here, and erase that sign on my door. It's ruining this caption.

One cartoon on a stack of blank paper does not qualify as a weeks worth of work. You know, there was a reason why your race was enslaved.

As my vulgar display of teeth makes clear, I find your latest work extremely sexually arousing.

"This is the agent I wish you to assassinate, 'Cartoonist' X-47. He can be easily identified by his pet whale, who follows him at all times, spouting water. Are you fully stocked with laser 'pens'? No? Then please see the 'managing editor' on your way out."

Well that was my grandson Timmy last summer - adorable, right! Wait! I have more vacation pictures! I'll get to your fucking cartoons in a minute...you want to sell shit to me you have to learn how to kiss butt! And now, here's the baby..isn't he cute?

This picture is backwards moron!

You don't know your ass from your elbow! Neither do I! Our asses *are* elbows! Wait, what did I just say...

"By God,Gweefet, I think we've found our next Heeegilx!"

"I've been in this business for 50 glerbs...and let me be honest...don't give up your day job."

"And so we have reason to believe, after all these years, that YOU not only posed for this picture, but, YOU are the Chosen Slurm!"

"The tenticles here are obscene!"

Oop...should read:

"The tentacles here are obscene!"

"[Translated from the original Dryzglorian] So those are my vacation photos. By the way, do you have any idea what those strange alien symbols that someone put on my door mean?"

I too am tired of the way we've been portrayed in the media - cartoonists have been particularly vicious. Someday there will be equality and justice for asshole-americans...

A picture of your baby? Seriously? You come in here and give me a picture of your freaky-ass baby? Ge the hell out of my sight.

Could you take it back and color in the background or something? It looks like the islands just floating in mid-air. You know what I mean?

"GORKSHRED STREGNECREDECTONG BLORGENOPHILOPAN. PORKENO!"

The office printer is not to be used for printing out porn.

"Good job, Collins. Now I want you to get a picture of Vince we can run alongside this and we'll be set."

"Yeah ok we'll buy it. Now then, my dick ain't gonna suck itself ... "

"I think we'll run that 'chimp at a typewriter' one instead. Seriously."

"I know - let's have it say '93827bab30d9e66444b755dda2dcc6c0d1bac01b.' Great, we'll run on on Floonsday."

"I found a just lovely boy through NAMBLA- how do you like him?"

"Your drawing lacks perspective. In fact, this whole office lacks perspective! Wait a minute, I only have one eye. What the hell is perspective?"

"Say 'hello' to my little friend."

"Babies with Down's Syndrome on desert islands is so five minutes ago."

"I bet you're wondering why a one-eyed monster has 'CARTOON EDITOR' written on his door in English?"

"It'd be funnier if he was wearing shoes."

"Gahan, my man! Hey, have you sampled any of this 'alien paradise' acid yet? Gahan?"

"I found this under your son's mattress, so, you're fired. We don't take kindly to gays."

"i have a better idea for a caption: 'I suck at drawing cartoons.' Dumb ass."

"See, what you're missing here is an office, and a clock with random symbols on it. Now that would make for one hilarious cartoon, with a myriad of possible hilarious captions. Like, something about time zones."

"My twin brother Radosh had the same problem. No one gave a flying fuck about his blog so he stated running drawings like this and asking for witty captions. People still don't give a shit about his blog, but at least he gets more hits this way. Try it. You'll see."

Veni vidi funnyfunnystuff-o-leevio!

"No sczporg is an island."

"So, why doesn't the angel behind the guy have a head?"

This cartoon is good, but not good enough for a caption. Now let's both look towards the reader and widen our one eye.

"This is the last time I saw my wife. Last I heard she was glorping Zeeblax in accounting."

"Let's play a word association game. What is the first word that comes to your mind when viewing this cartoon? And don't say 'Cartoon.'"

Editor: "This guy has no mouth, Jenkins. How does he taste?"
Jenkins: "Awful."

"I agree - these editorial sessions do go better on LSD."

"Cartoon, schmartoon! This, my dear Melvoid, is the next hitting sensation of the New York Mets!!"

"When I said I wanted some one-eyed love machine for our erotica issue, I meant some fucking hard-dick stud action, you fucking moron—not your fucking wife!"

"You'll be somewhat satisfied to know that we've accepted your cartoon for publication. But you'll find yourself reading it...on this very island."

It's quite a bizarre coincidence, isn't it, Glork? We invade the planet Earth, annihilate its inhabitants - I personally devour the creature known as "Bob Mankoff" and don his peculiar earth-clothes - and, wouldn't you know it? here on his desk is a cartoon depicting a creature which looks uncannily like one of us! A One-Eyed Tentaculoid from the northern hemisphere of Omicron Vulpecula 3! It really makes you think, doesn't it, Glork? Really makes you think....

The Dwarf Elephant Times wanted to run a cartoon indicative of the HUMAN obesity epidemic, not the lard asses from our species!

"No..No, I DO get the joke. But, the caption: 'I am just 8 Glygorfs away from a 'menage a nuef'... Isn't that what you wrote in the 'About Me' section of your resume?"

"Jenkins... you must NOT continue sending me topless photos of yourself! You had me with "Hello"."

"I get it.. Some homely Cyclopazoid is STILL waiting a week after mating season. It's just that it looks like Thomas from Accounting. Oh?! It IS Thomas from Accounting.. then pin it on the breakroom bulletin board!"

"Harris, how many time have I told you that we can't print racially stereotypical cartoons?! Now erase a tentacle and have it back on my desk by 5"

"I can't print this. Think of our readers... It's STILL too soon!"

"Cy Clops, Deserted Island Private Eye" ? ......you know..it's just crazy enough to perhaps be a consideration for us to look at it down the road and revisit this maybe in the future and see if it fits our needs at that time, not that we don't wish you luck elsewhere.

"Take two of these and call me in the morning."

"Thank you for your submission. However we feel it does not meet our needs at this time." ..can be said in so many different ways...and you've likely heard them..

"You can't call him Zorro!"

"Romantic storyline?...why he's all by himself!...hey, wait one minute here!"

What the hell is this? Our species longs for solitude and they are petrified of water. If our readers want irony, they can pick up a copy of the New Yorker. We're more a laughter-is-the-best-kind-of-medicine sort of humor. Get back to work and give me something like that piece you did last month where the daddy sporg accidentally expresses his offspring's anal gland into his wife's eye. Now that was funny!

"It needs more rape. Can you, uh, 'rape it up'?"

"Maybe something like an eye patch and a treasure chest sticking out of the sand. Look Larry, I can't keep helping with this stuff."

"I might actually start to see the inklings of a cartoon on this blank piece of paper should a brand new bottle of Courvoisier magically appear on my desk."

"Everyone knows he actually has the ability to extend his eyecoil to reach the next nearest island. Great irony in this one Zark!"

Seriously, I can't publish this. His eye looks totally like a penis. What were you thinking?

Sir, I don't take kindly to blackmail, but I do know when I've been bested. Destroy the negatives, and I'll make sure your, your ... sigh ... teenage drama comic strip ... finds its way into one of our publications.

"Buuuurrrrrrrrpp!"

"Fred, the next time you submit your work on flypaper, you're fired. I've wasted 10 valuable minutes this morning--every time I try to get it off my tentacle, it sticks to another tentacle! This is not funny! This is not my idea of a funny practical joke! And I consider myself a pretty easy-going guy. Now get out of my office. And re-do this panel ON NORMAL PAPER!"

"Yes, but I'm not really the cartoon editor, I'm just an account manager. Some jackass scrawled that on my door yesterday afternoon after I said I liked 'For Better or For Worse'."

"Wait a minute, what is that on my door?
You mean I'm the Cartoon Editor? All this
time I thought I was the Nootrac Rotide!"

"If I really needed to see another piece of shit all I'd have to do is look up my own asshole."

"Do you have any idea how much trouble this cartoon of Mohammed can get us in?"

Well, its not for us but if you put huge tits on it I'm sure that they'll run it in Playgrax.

[What are people's thoughts on props-giving on these Anti-Caption threads? Sometimes, when a caption makes me laugh out loud -- like both of Deborah's on this thread -- I want to post a shout-out. But nobody else seems to be doing it here; is it declasse?

In any event: mad props to Deborah -- especially for the first one (“Ha! That’s brilliant! Of course we’ll run it - thanks for submitting! Do you have any others?”)]

[In retrospect, that was perhaps a hair too much ironic youthspeak.]

"I don't understand why the tree doesn't have testicles."

"This desert island gag is obviously cliched -- although, in fairness, that's never stopped us from publishing a cartoon before. Perhaps -- I'm just thinking out loud --you could tweak the cartoon so that it offered a postmodern commentary on our magazine's willingness to publish hackneyed cartoons?"

"Terrific. As I said in yesterday's meeting, the stale gags are a nod to our magazine's tradition -- much like the superfluous umlauts on words like 'reelection' and 'reevaluate.' Somebody says to me yesterday -- this is beside the point, but -- he says, 'Those umlauts -- aren't they a little archaic?' And I says to him, '"Archaic?" Was there ever a time when people used an umlaut in the word "reelect?"' Because as far as I know, nobody's ever used an umlaut in that way except in this magazine. But it's a tradition. The unfunny cartoons -- same thing. In fact, there's a subtext to cartoons like this. Their very badness -- their lack of imagination -- is the running joke. You see a cartoon like this, you smack your forehead, it's like, "Oh, no! Not another desert island gag!" But you're laughing as you say it. You know? So -- good work."

"In the alternate universe we inhabit, the model pictured in this swimwear advertisement is considered highly attractive, while somebody like Jessica Alba or Brad Pitt would be considered hideously ugly. Just goes to show how subjective this whole idea of beauty is."

"As I explained to you last week, the use of dieresis is only allowed in the articles, not in the cartoon captions.

Let me reëxplain."

"Look, drawing a freaky alien tree in the background doesn't make it any less of a cliche."

"Yes, I'm the cartoon editor. But that doesn't mean I'm edit cartoons. It means I'm an editor who happens to BE a cartoon. The same way YOU are a cartoon. The came way this drawing is a cartoon of a cartoon. Haven't you noticed we only exist in a cartoon?"

Whaddya, stupid? It's the goddamn swimsuit issue! It's gotta have way more T and way less A, GOT IT????

"This drawing would be much more interesting if you had him on that little island talking to a basketball. Maybe you could name the ball Kodos Wilson."

"I called you in here because we're out of the
rejection form letter.
By the way, would you have an old one with you that I could make copies of?"

"If I ran this I'd look like a dick."

"The worms in my belly are revolting."

(Thanks to Milan Starling.)

"Who do I look like, Larry Flynt?! Oh, right, I kinda do, don't I."

"What say we have a little tête-à-tête over drinks at P.J. Clarke's?"

"Uh-huh. You seriously thought I'd believe you drew this?"

"What if maybe, say, a coconut fell from this 'tree,' and landed right on his eyeball. Now THAT would be funny!"

"Yes it's funny. Not funny 'haha'; more funny 'weird'. Maybe if a schlorp's fin was circling the island?! Or maybe a fleeshu took a shit on his head?! THAT would be funny 'haha'!"

Don't be confused by my dilating pupil. I hate this and you.

It isn't polite to stare.

More T. Less A. It's the swimsuit issue! Who gives a shit if it's funny?

We found this porn on your computer.

I'm drawing a blank. Hey wait a second….
Let's have a Caption Contest!!!!

"Ha ha ha. That was so clever how you just spelled Mississippi with one eye. Now go back and bring me some more of that kooky kind of crazy for this week's caption."

"What if, instead of being alone on a deserted island, he were in my office, enduring mundane conversation about his unfunny cartooning work? OMFG that would be like totally meta."

"This makes no sense as a cartoon, but give him a volleyball to talk to and we might be able to squeeze out a two-and-a-half-hour film."

It was a rock lobster? What?

Shortly before being vaporized for barging into Dictator Eonor's private office, Kodos realized the foolishness of assuming alien scripts are read serially from left to right.

"You left out his jaw and mouth stick-shift head!"

"Ah, the final stage of our master plan to take over this planet is coming to fruition. Once I publish a few more of your idiotic cartoons, the last remaining shreds of the Earthlings' intelligence will be destroyed, and then we shall enslave their race forever! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"As one glyrxx to another, let me be honest with you. This cartoon is terrible. You'll never be a cartoonist. Get your head out of the clouds and get a real job."

"Wel, at least it's not a blank page like your other submissions."

"I like your idea for a drain stopper, but this is 'Cartoons' not 'Product Development.' "

"After all these years you still haven't learned how to draw hands, have you Wilson?"

This is pretty good, I guess, but I am an otolaryngologist, and not a cartoon editor. Some punk kids must reärranged the sign on my door that's supposed to say DOCTOR TRAINE.

I know you're myopic. Here, let me hold it closer so you can see it.

I get it. The poor lonely bastard's gonna starve to death, then maybe some gulls will eat his rotting carcus. Fucking hilarious!

"CHENNUX WILL BE FURIOUS."

"Such an eye for detail."

"These recent cartoons -- is this where you've been calling them in from?"

"I swear if I see one more hackneyed, recycled, refrigerator-quality drawing -- I'm going to put my eye out."

"I'm not laughing."

You did way too much coke when you were on Earth. Everything you've done since you came back has an 80's reference in it.

"I can't run something this funny next to the Funky Winkerbean where Lisa croaks. Back in the vault with it."

"I don't care what Mr. Shawn would think. You're fired! And by the way, where did you get your turtle neck? I'm starving!"

"I know I'm new at this, but don't you think a caveman would be funnier?"

"Looks like you had a great vacation! So why the big frown?"

"This can only be attributed to humor error."

"Go and find this guy. Maybe he knows what the caption should be."

"No eye is a manland? What the fuck's funny about that?"

"It's five forty two on a Sunday morning.
Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Nicely drawn, Franklin. But I'm afraid this one's going to need a caption."

"So the joke is that he got so hungry that he ate his own mouth?"

"Add a monocle, a butterfly, and a top hat and you've got yourself the cover!"

"This would be really funny if you had a submarine periscope sticking out of the water in the background, you know, with a magnified eye looking back."

"The Boss wants you to give this to Joe Torre. He'll understand."

"It has your eye."

My muffler doesn't even HAVE a hole in it, but I still had an apple for breakfast.

"Great job rookie. But, how about next time you draw yourself drawing something actually worth a damn. Get out of my office. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to do real alien cartoon editor work."

"A one-eyed alien on a deserted island. Brilliant!"

"Zmorg, can let you in on a little secret? I secretly wish that this drawing was real and it was my wife there, dying slowly...*Long contemplation*...Zmorg, how you like to stop playing for space-peanuts and make some big anti-gravity bones?"

"No MR-N is half an island....!"

Good work, Phloxxxi ! I've got her(?) on grounds of galactical estrangement ! (I could have used feeler-prints, though.)

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