The Post-Gazette has for some time had a caption contest, an idea they stole from the the New Yorker. I had some limited success in the early days (and I still say Mikhail Gorbachev in a fruit hat is funnier than J. Edgar Hoover in a fruit hat), but lately the caption contest gods have turned against me.

For the one you see here, the last one for which winners have been announced, I failed to win even an honorable mention. I did not save an exact trascription of my entry because I do things in a half-assed way, but it was something to the effect of:

Oy, Pan. Every day at five o’clock, it’s “What’s everyone doing after work? Who wants to crack some amphorae, dance in the clearing with some concecrated virgins?” It’s just pathetic.

I think that’s pretty good. Better than some kind of strange half-joke that justifies racism, anyway.

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