Anti-Caption Contest #204

A NOTE ABOUT THE

ANTI- CAP CONTEST

(See Winners below)

First, a big thanks to all those who submitted Anti-Captions last week. As many of you know I am using my blog in a fledgling attempt to continue the New Yorker Magazine Anti-Caption Contest pioneered by Daniel Radosh. The talented but mistake prone writer has been catapulted from the literary fringes to a plum job as a writer for The Daily Show. Remarkably, the show's talent hounds where reportedly wooed by Daniel's blog. This is the rough equivalent of a beer league softball star making the Yankees. It's both baffling and encouraging.
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Like many of you, I became acquainted with Daniel through the Anti-Caption Contest. As I visited Radosh.net to check or post entries, I came to enjoy the sly wit and nebbish charm of the blogmeister himself. I must admit I even share his mild (and completely healthy) infatuation with the Clique Girz as well as his deep contempt for needless censorship and Bil Keane. Like someone who wonders into a quirky little restaurant to use the john and ends up having dinner, I came for the Anti-Caps and stayed for wit and wisdom.

Radosh writing for the smartest and most entertaining news show on TV is well earned but his decison to no longer post the Anti-Cap Contest each week is, for me at least, terrible news. As a cynic with a prankster's wit. I love the Contest. I'm one who believes cleaver trumps brilliant and I refuse to apologize for my impulse to spew bad puns (Don't you think I would stop if I could?). So I have dutifully entered Anti-Caps every week for more than two years and have even won several times. It is in that spirit that I plan to post the contest on this blog each week and pick winners before day break on the following Monday. (Day break in L.A., I mean.)

Judging the contest, I picked winners based strictly on what I thought was cleaver, made me laugh or simply was impossible to ignore. I want to note this up front because I never did buy into the criterion that supposedly deemed the "worst caption" prize worthy. In my view, the Anti-Cap Competition endures as a cherished symbol of contemporary humor because the rules are different. We Anti-Cappers exist in a parallel universe where absurdity, cheap shots and foul language are the currency. And, yes of course, the hours are always obscene. --al in la

WINNER
"You'll like this one, Gloria. So, Bill was asking how you could possibly have deep-throated your way to the top with such a skinny neck, and I was like, 'because she was blowing a guy with a mouse-dick!' Good one, huh?"
--Matt

RUNNER UP
Jim: "What goes squeak, squeak, bang? A mouse in a minefield!"
Mouse: "That's funny, Jim. Here's one for you: who screws up quarterly sales on a regular basis, and has to suck dick for cab money at customer summits?"
*silence*
Deborah: "Wait - I just got it. Minefield! Ha! BOOM!"
--Damon

HONORABLE MENTION
"Alright, people. We're up for the Kraft account. Any ideas? I mean other than 'Let's eat it.'"
--Kathy H

HONORABLE MENTION, (OBSCURE REFERENCE*)
J.D. said...
"Julius Streicher was hung at Nuremberg for portraying people as rodents. Walt Disney became a national hero for doing sort of the same thing. Go figure." --J.D.

HONORABLE MENTION (Radosh Reference*)
"FUCK!!!"*
*this simple entry is in honor of our "past" leader Mr. Radosh who loved any submission with the word! You'll be miss my man but the "AC" is in good hands! Thanks Al in LA!
--Anonymous


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