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Oh Caption! My Caption!

I love photo caption contests. My favorite site for them is the Nashville Cream blog over at the Nashville Scene, which offers one up every few weeks or so. I've entered maybe ten of them in the past few years and somehow won three times, and I'm more proud of that than I should be. But there's just something about having a caption match up with a picture in a funny way that feels so...right. And, you know, prizes.

I've posted my three winning entries below for posterity's sake:

Sometimes life imitates art, and sometimes it imitates Art.

This remains one of my favorite pictures I've ever seen. I don't know if it's the seriousness of the guy, the weirdness of the moment, or how much I wish I were there to see this in person, but it's all amazing. I really hope his name is actually Art.
The Old Man and the Sea (of sadness)

When I was in college and practice-teaching 8th grade English in a local school, my instructor assigned me to teach The Old Man and the Sea. One night as I walking to a party on campus, I ran into a student of mine, drunk as an 8th grade skunk. "Mr. Peterson," he said, swigging from a bottle of Boone's Farm. "The Old Man and the Sea sucks!" I thought about that kid when I saw this picture.
"Hi, I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn."

The week of this contest, a guy tweeted that every New Yorker cartoon could be captioned with "Hi, I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn." I figured the Scene people would've read about it too and take this as a meta caption contest joke. I'll be honest - I don't think this one deserved to win. But I got a signed John Prine album out of it, so I'll take it.

Roger Ebert entering those New Yorker cartoon caption contests, I'm going to keep plugging away, hoping for a win but enjoying trying to think of just the right caption.

And if you run across a contest, give it a shot. Do it for art, and for Art.


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