Photo: William Lascelles
Today's Neatorama and Hobotopia Caption Monkey game comes via National Geographic's The Daily Dozen (October 2009 - Week 1), the always excellent user-submitted gallery of photographs curated by photo editor Susan Welchman.
This photo was taken by William Lascelles who wrote "My parents live very close to the city airport and every other year they host an air show. This year the Blue Angels were the highlight and were flying over the house during performances. I took my father's dog outside and made him pose!"
Your task is simple: caption the photograph above. The best/funniest comment will win a Caption Monkey, courtesy of Adam "Ape Lad" Koford. You can enter as many as you'd like below, but please only one caption per comment.
For inspiration, check out Adam's blog. Good luck!
Update 10/7/09 - Adam has picked the winner! Congratulations to DeepForestGreen who won with this caption: Bernard was less famous that his brother, Clifford the Big Red Dog, but the locals knew that he was the best air traffic controller their town had ever seen.
Update 10/7/09 - Winner #2 (DeepForestGreen told us that he won before, and graciously offered the prize to another Neatoramanaut). Congrats to: nate who came up with this caption: Henry didn’t believe the fleas when they said “We’ll be back but in F-16’s.” He will now. Oh yes…he will now.
Update 6/15/2010- Months after this photograph won the Your Shot competition at National Geographic, it turns out that the photo did not conform to the rules. After some investigation, William Lascelles has admitted that his photo submission is a digital manipulation! National Geographic has posted a correction and the story behind how the fabrication came to light. We still believe, however, that the captions submitted here are actual fabricated captions. -Thanks, John Fleming!
Suburban House Dog: That's a negative, Ghost Rider, the pattern is full.
Tim: "Grunt grunt grunt."
Jill: "Tim, what's this bill from the Air Natinal Guard?"
What's so proudly we hailed at the metal that's gleaming.
Whose broad coat and bright eyes through the perilous fight,
O'er the smoke we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the tongues' red glare, the bug bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our dog was still there.
O! say does that dog-hair mane yet wave,
O'er the land of the fleas and the home of the brave.
(This formation of the 6 Blue Angel F/A-18 Hornets is known as the Delta Formation.)
For instance, at the very moment that Arthur said "I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle," a freak wormhole opened up in the fabric of the space-time continuum and carried his words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant Galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar battle.
The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time.
A dreadful silence fell across the conference table as the commander of the Vl'hurgs, resplendent in his black jewelled battle shorts, gazed levelly at the G'Gugvuntt leader squatting opposite him in a cloud of green sweet-smelling steam, and, with a million sleek and horribly beweaponed star cruisers poised to unleash electric death at his single word of command, challenged the vile creature to take back what it had said about his mother.
The creature stirred in his sickly broiling vapour, and at that very moment the words I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle drifted across the conference table.
Unfortunately, in the Vl'hurg tongue this was the most dreadful insult imaginable, and there was nothing for it but to wage terrible war for centuries.
Eventually of course, after their Galaxy had been decimated over a few thousand years, it was realized that the whole thing had been a ghastly mistake, and so the two opposing battle fleets settled their few remaining differences in order to launch a joint attack on our own Galaxy — now positively identified as the source of the offending remark.
For thousands more years the mighty ships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across — which happened to be the Earth — where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.
What the HELL is happening here?
Where's my treat? :?)
GOT CAUGHT BY NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC.
HA, HA, HA!!!!!