Wait up, people. I am here with my sad and belated little November caption doodle and list of reasons for the delay that I’m itching to kvetch about. My tablet electronic drawing pen got lost and I could not draw anything new (I posted stuff from my cartoon freezer). Yes, lost. The dog did eat my homework, I swear. A junior person in our house took it from where he shouldn’t have taken it and claims to have put it to “good use” but he totally forgot the location of this “good use”. He and I combined forces into a split-task search team: me looking, him not looking ľand found nothing but toy stores under the gas range. So I ordered a replacement for the expensive pen. By the time the new pen arrived it was past November 6, past elections, past Obama staying and Sandy storming, and a host of opportunities to cartoodle was lost.
I had been hoping to do a captionless drawing about current events, politics, Israel, natural disaster, Thanksgiving, etc, because I thought it would be fun to hear your twist on it all. I’ve been thinking about these things lately because Hurricane Sandy left us without power, heat or connection for a whole week. At the mercy of good people, we wound up sheltered by a family of political enthusiasts who sought to enlighten me on the values of the exciting Mitt Romney, Paul Ryan and Herman Cain. I generally tune out politics; I’ve tired of it and I’m cynical of the Washington business of washing hands. But listening to my passionate Republican hosts preach about abortion made me think about it a lot. I decided the time was ripe for a doodle with turkeys at abortion clinics and pumpkin pies in the sky. But like I said above in reason numero uno, the drawing pen got lost.
So I found this oldie and pathetic drawing in my doodle folder. Maybe you guys can come up with something witty that’ll make a mentch of it. Last month’s winning was hilarious. That was a good final cartoon (and I’m really grateful to Shulem for writing that really sweet and thoughtful post, especially at a time of blackout when I could manage nothing more than finding my way to bathroom with a flashlight.) For this month’s cartoon, if you can think of something smart and funny, I’d love that. Next month, I promise, I’m going to do something relevant. Maybe with Obama and Judy Brown and Christmas Trees and Deborah Feldman with my Jewish History professor Glenn Dynner whom I’ve doodled all those times I pretended to take notes. Or not. Keep brainstorming, Shpitz.
Now that I got all that off my chest, here’s the cartoon for the November caption contest. Please comment — and thank you!