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We got lots of fun and creative responses to yesterday’s creepy photo captioning contest. Way to use your noggins, readership! Here’s yet another nightmare-inducer from my family album, circa 1955. Give it an apropos caption and we’ll print the best of the bunch next week.
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Shrouded in inconspicuousness and chain-link, the genetically concocted love child of Frank Lloyd Wright and I. M. Pei plays innocently outside his parents incognito home.
posted by Xander on 11-16-2006 at 9:39 am
In retrospect, it was foolish to think that the chain link fence could contain the horrors of the “Super-Normally-Proportioned-Small-Boy-In-Shorts”. The taker of this picture realized this truth all too late.
posted by Xander on 11-16-2006 at 9:46 am
what he did to his leg, he’ll do to your face.
posted by marie on 11-16-2006 at 9:55 am
After being adopted from the “used kid lot”
this was the “display area” where I spent the day light hours.
posted by CropTillDawn on 11-16-2006 at 10:21 am
“That’s not aluminum siding..it’s GINGERBREAD!”
posted by Sheldon Siegel on 11-16-2006 at 10:24 am
Shortly after being adopted from the “used kid lot”, this fenced in,”display area” is where I spent my day light hours.
posted by CropTillDawn on 11-16-2006 at 10:32 am
No, really, my dad’s name is D. Artagnan and he is a fencer.
posted by Doug Mort on 11-16-2006 at 10:33 am
Hansel flees the witch’s house but not before she ate his sister, Gretel, and part of his leg.
posted by Melissa on 11-16-2006 at 10:40 am
After years of rejection in diaper modeling, Cpt. Peg-Leg settled on pirating as his career.
posted by etouss on 11-16-2006 at 10:55 am
There’s a con like me in every daycare
in America, I guess. I’m the guy who
can get it for you. Lollies, a
bag of skittles if you’re partial, a
bottle of formula to celebrate your
brothers’s pre-school graduation. Damn
near anything, within reason.
So when Andy Dufresne came to me in
1949 and asked me to smuggle the Teletubbies into the daycare for him, I
told him no problem. And it wasn’t.
posted by Brion on 11-16-2006 at 10:59 am
So when Andy Dufresne came to me in
1949 and asked me to smuggle the Teletubbies into the daycare for him, I
told him no problem. And it wasn’t.
posted by Brion on 11-16-2006 at 11:08 am
Either:
“Grrrrr”
or
Forget about the dog… beware of blurry children
posted by Jason! on 11-16-2006 at 11:54 am
Consider relocating to fammily friendly Chernobyl
posted by Jon on 11-16-2006 at 12:09 pm
Girding for yet another spooky night ‘home alone’, little Alfie Hitchcock ponders the prospects.
posted by Alan on 11-16-2006 at 12:22 pm
“Get … out. No, really, please do move along now.”
posted by Ed on 11-16-2006 at 1:17 pm
If you look closely, you can also see a perfectly focused Bigfoot in the background.
posted by Larry on 11-16-2006 at 1:29 pm
“Help! Help! I’m being repressed!”
posted by Larry on 11-16-2006 at 1:30 pm
When I took a second look, the ghostly face from the upstairs window had materialized into a child just a few feet away from me.
posted by Allison on 11-16-2006 at 1:42 pm
In all the town of Hamlin, only one child, who had been confined for poor fashion choices, remained.
posted by Tom on 11-16-2006 at 1:50 pm
Allenville, 1955: Local youth grabs electric fence with three points of contact. Abulence arrives nearly thirty minutes later.
posted by Jim on 11-16-2006 at 1:58 pm
In the early years of development, the “invisible fence” for children wasn’t quite as invisible as it’s creators had hoped…
posted by Jim on 11-16-2006 at 2:15 pm
Terror washed over Jimmy as he realized that in all the years he’d focused on excaping the tourture house, he failed to consider there might be any obstacles beyond it. The Keeper would not be pleased.
posted by EV on 11-16-2006 at 2:33 pm
“ATTICA! ATTICA!”
posted by Sillstaw on 11-16-2006 at 4:27 pm
I grew up in a house in Maryland that looks just like this one, from that angle. I had to look at it long and hard to convince myself it’s not the same house.
posted by Outsdr on 11-16-2006 at 7:37 pm
I missed yesterday’s post, but I could definitely see, “Here Dr. Frankenfurter. Meet my son, Riff Raff.”
posted by Katie Britt on 11-16-2006 at 10:36 pm
Without split diopters, photographers must prioritize their subjects.
posted by Phil on 11-16-2006 at 11:08 pm
…and the entire time, his eerie gaze never wavered, as if waiting for me to finally take a shot that was in &^%#$@ focus.
posted by Heather on 11-17-2006 at 1:17 am
And now we know why Jr. is home schooled.
“I heard HE chops of peoples legs, trying to replace the one he lost.”
“That’s silly Sallie, the fence would be a lo-AHHHHHHHHH My LEG, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!”
posted by Ellen on 11-17-2006 at 11:24 pm