Strange Interviews

The Sunday Scribblings prompt is Interview.

It so happens that I have been spending an inordinate amount of time on a New Yorker activity, their "Cartoon Kit Contest", announced in the November 2 issue, conducted principally on their website and with, by now, thousands of entries. Cartoonist Gregory has drawn an empty talk show setting and a set of appropriate or inappropriate or impossible elements that can be moved unto the set. The participants also provide a caption. One is given the ability to distort, enlarge, shrink, slant entire elements, but cannot draw (for instance, to cover gaps left to fit figures to chairs).

Translation in readable font: "I blame it all on them blanket-blank
growth hormones my woman dropped in the well."

The above is what the contestant can display (to print) on the New Yorker home page if he/she can find her/his own entry among the great gallery of entries.

And here is the page from the New Yorker of Nov. 2 that displays all of the elements that can transferred to the empty set:

Well, one is allowed one vote daily for a favorite, one favorable or critical comment, and, more importantly, only one contest entry. So, guess what? I have been entering daily. I guess it shows that I have a fascination with talk shows, interviewers and interviewees. Or maybe I just like to play with computers.

Here is my entire output for the week, including that overgrown caveman at the top. (I haven't composed my one for the this day, yet.) They could all be displayed like the one above, but I will eliminate all but my basic arrangements and captions.

"Unusual entrance. Somehow I was expecting a flying saucer."

"Just give me 40,000 more troops and I'm confident
that we can eliminate all of them."

I like the idea of the aliens having a talk show on their own planet, as in the above entry and the one below. In both of these I hope the viewer will automatically understand that the caption is coming from the mouth of the interviewee.

"...and he's only the second Earthling to consent to visit our planet."

"Well I'm frightened too!"

And in the above cartoon it might be either interviewer or interviewee that is speaking.

I'm not quite sure that all of this can be called Sunday Scribblings, but it illustrates my ability to find something to do instead of the myriad things I should be doing.

Check out the gallery of entries on the New Yorker home page (clicking on humor). Maybe you would like to join in the frivolity.