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I've rhapsodized about Josh Fruhlinger's The Comics Curmudgeon, which does to "Mary Worth" what Gawker does to Julia Allison; I've raved (as long ago as 2005!) about Emily Flake's diabolically bee-stung comic "Lulu Eightball." Now, they're both interviewed at the Cartoon Lounge on newyorker.com, which is a delightful surprise.

Here's the interview with Josh, by Zach Kanin; here's Drew Dernavich in conversation with Emily. My 5,000 hats of Bartholomew Cubbins are off to both of these beautifully warped minds, at all times.

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As I while away the hour or two before flyin' home, I think I'll take a moment to note that, in an introspective spirit akin to that of some of our caption contest interviewees, recent winner Patrick House summarizes (for Slate), with a light touch and mighty candor, the mental processes necessary to get a viable caption past the discerning Farley Katz—and, of course, others. Well done, Mr. House, and I hope I can persuade you to chat with one of our talented new interns about your experience. Also, a quick note on your statement here:
To understand what makes the perfect caption, you must start with the readership. Paging through The New Yorker is a lonesome withdrawal, not a group activity. The reader is isolated and introspective, probably on the train commuting to work. He suffers from urban ennui. He does not make eye contact. Laughing out loud is, in this context, an unseemly act sure to draw unwanted attention.
At Emdashes, we try to soothe that periodical loneliness with cheerful camaraderie, meandering reflections, selective spelunking, and, between magazines, digital balm for the paper shakes. Won't you join us? We can't promise anything, but you may find yourself laughing a little bit louder. (continued)

...if people can't spot an obvious homage when they see one? You hardly have to be a comics historian to get the joke. B'gosh, Oshkosh.

(Thanks to B.K. who noted this a few weeks ago, and C.T., who also sent me a link—it just seemed too silly to mention.)

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Just debuted—real-time snapshots of where in the world people are looking at New Yorker cartoons, and precisely which cartoons they're looking at. At press minute in greater San Francisco, interest was running high in Frank Modell, Ed Koren, and Leo Cullum. In Dogpatch, a neighborhood where, about a month ago, I became one with an incredibly crowded, jolly, and soprasetta-crazed party for the magazine Meatpaper, it may be another story. You'll have to keep a careful watch.

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Gawker and the Post are marveling at Jason Polan today; he wants to draw every person in New York. Who doesn't? Anyway, it's most important not to forget this about the energetic Polan: He drew one of what I believe is one of the Cartoon Bank's best-selling New Yorker cartoons, to wit, "I usually do two hours of cardio and then four more of cardio and then two more of cardio.” It's the sole cartoon of his that's appeared in the magazine to date, but what a cartoon! I hope some pretty cash results from this new endeavor, and an extra-large fruit, nut, and vegetable stick, or whatever his whirling heart desires.

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