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Patrick House's caption -- "O.K. I'm at the window. To the right? Your right or my right?" -- was good, but I think even he'll admit that it wasn't as good as the one I submitted: "O.K. I'm at the window. My right or your right?" Brevity being the soul of wit, my shorter caption (which was substantively identical to the winning entry) should have been selected over Mr. House's. Why wasn't it? I can't be sure, but since I've already won two caption contests (nos. 92 and 123), I think The New Yorker is reluctant to give me a third victory. Or maybe it's because I'm Jewish. The New Yorker is a notoriously anti-Semitic publication.
I'm not gonna touch your last assertion there, Lawrence, but there have been a handful of articles about the many varieties on a single theme that come in to the caption contest. Some kind of magic software sorts the similar phrases together, and if the powers that be like a given phrase group, they choose their idea of the funniest caption therein. Humor's subjective—whaddaya gonna do?
Congratulations on your winning captions, by the way! For readers, they were "If he's so damn intelligent, let him get a job" and “You should be happy. How many husbands even notice window treatments?"
Don't worry. I don't really think The New Yorker is anti-Semitic. If anything, it's like a Jewish conspiracy, what with Remnick, Gopnik, Hertzberg, and Mankoff running the show.
And I don't mind losing to someone who submits a caption that's similar to mine. One contest winner from Berkeley submitted a caption -- "How soon can you start?"-- that was identical to mine, and I figured that was just the luck of the draw.
I responded to the news about Patrick House's article only because he tried to have it both ways. While bragging about his victory, he maintained that the captions aren't even supposed to be funny. What nonsense. Sometimes they're not funny, and sometimes The New Yorker rejects what is obviously the funniest caption because it's just too vulgar (e.g., "I can't belive I fucked a snowglobe," which I heard was submitted as a caption for the cartoon of a frustrated woman smoking a cigarette in bed while sitting next to a huge snowglobe), but most of the winning captions are pretty good.
I have to admit, it was disappointing to come so close to a third victory (and to tying the record set by that Virginian bastard, Carl Gable), but I'm going to follow Mr. House's advice and just keep trying.
Periodical loneliness? I love it.