My Father and Brother are pretty big New Yorker fans. I like when Malcolm Gladwell writes and my Mother in law once gave me a collection of S.J. Perelman. One of the annoying parts are the too smart for the National Honor Society cartoons that are not funny, badly drawn, but somehow are revered. The New Yorker each week runs a contest where you can make your own caption and eventually get your way into the magazine. Well this blogger runs an anti-caption contest that is 100 times funnier. Enjoy...