Caption Contest Winners

The ‘Are You Smarter Than A Nucular Technician’ Edition OTB Caption ContestTM is now over.




(Bogdan Cristel/Reuters)

The Winners:

First: William d’Inger – They forgot to include the Spanish language instruction sheet.

Second: Brett – And you thought that electronic voting would make things simpler. . .

Third(tie): Roger – Nigel was quite happy because this volume control went to 12.

Third(tie): Timmer“Latte, Mocha, Double Shot, Add Chai, Add Soy Milk…I just want a damn CUP OF COFFEE!!!”

Honorable Mention:

Kenny“I’m afraid you’ve left a considerable carbon footprint … Dave.”

Maniakes – “Where’s the ‘any’ key?”

McGeheeWhat your cell phone would look like if designed by the government.

Pudge“According to our calculations,the universe will reach the end of it’s expansion as a result of the methane from 1 trillion more cattle,or, the next time Mike Moore goes to the Sizzler all-u-can-eat buffet.”

BitheadThe new and improved Windows Control Panel

KennyJohnny figured he’d tricked the Star Trek writers, he was wearing blue after all, but on page seven he found his uncomfortable death scene.

Rodney’s Bottom of The Barrel

So simple even a caveman could do it.

In case of emergency press the ‘MF Red Button’“Hmmm, I wonder what MF stands for.”

“Uh Ted… you smell something burning?”

The Thursday Contest is already for a Bull market.

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Rodney Dill
About Rodney Dill
Rodney is an IT Implementation Consultant in the Motor City and working within the Automotive Industry. He contributed to OTB from November 2004 until retiring in July 2017, hosting some 1200 OTB Caption Contests.

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  1. […] 5.14.2007 Oh boy did this morning get here too quickly. Impossibly quickly. My subconscious tells me that despite being the type of sleeper that is generally unaware of anything that doesn’t involve a crashing sound.Fortunately whatever radio station the alarm is currently tune too was not playing a crashing noise this morning. The downside being that it took awhile to wake up. Still not sure what the topic of conversation was on the radio, but there was talking and I disagreed. Not to disagree with the position, or to disagree for the sake of disagreeing, but just because the clock was talking to me and it couldn’t possibly yet be time for that.But it was, alas.Before I was out of the house my mother was up collecting things to add to her inventory and trip to her lake house. She was gone when I got home, there were fewer things in the house when I arrived, but there were sticky notes everywhere. Keep this, throw this out. You could plot her course through the house. When she started there were explanations for why this thing should be kept. By the time she made it to the other end the notes had been trimmed to “Keep” or “Out”. Had there been another room she might have decided to resort to telepathy.I’m going to forget that, so the sticky notes were probably the way to go.I slept on the air mattress last night, which wasn’t bad. I spent part of the afternoon on it as well, just staring blankly at the ceiling. This has been a fun-filled and busy stretch of days. Today quickly, and easily, became the day to stare at something isn’t moving. When you don’t even have to rationalize doing is how you know it is time to veg, that’s your lesson for today.So, today.I made my debut appearance on espn.com. The story, in brief: Last year at the Rickwood Classic I met Jim Caple by chance. He took my card, and I talked a bit to one of their producers. Ultimately, last week they wrote back and asked about some photographs and some fact checking. Jim is a great writer and doesn’t need my fact checking. He’s only held back by the photographer in this column.So in getting to know one of the producers last few days through a nice rambling conversation. They decided to put the piece on the front page of under their Must Read section. Placement is everything and he producer me this afternoon to say the story and the photo gallery were doing monster numbers for them already. If you like baseball and are a fan of history, this is a great story to read.Guess I should put that on my list of things to humbly brag about, huh? Top of the world and all that.Elsewhere today I received not one, but two honorable mentions in the Outside the Beltway caption contest. Later I watched all four episods of Enterprise on the SciFi channel, which brings us to the end of the third season. The cliffhanger was that our heroes are suddenly flung back into World War II earth. P-51 Mustangs are firing at the shuttle over San Francisco and there’s a Nazi with a case of eczema so bad that no one wants to even mention it to him, even the doctor. And don’t even mention that guy’s red eyes because he will totally invade another European country on that if you set him off. This goes on for two episodes, I believe, and then after that it will quickly become obvious, I fear, that the creative team was grasping at straws while seeing the writing on the wall. It is a shame, too, because the third season is actually not as bad as some would have you believe. But the big threat was resolved, the search spanned a whole season of programming and now it seems to be headed back toward stand alone episodes as the show limps into its final spacedock.OK, I made a cheesy science fiction metaphor. A sure sign we should move on to other cheesy fictions.The Bauer Hour! Next week it is the explosive (EXPLOSIVE!) season finale. Tonight Jack knocks out my cable. Or at least in one room. And now two. There’s no time for this!Oddly enough the cable in the den was working just fine. All I could get upstairs was fuzz. Perhaps it is the television. I’d try others, but my mother took one with her when she left this morning. So I ended up watching Jack doing counter-terrorism/matters of the heart things the old fashioned way: over the broadcast.TiVo was recording downstairs, I just took the feed from the powerhouse antennae that WBRC has on top of Red Mountain. I couldn’t tell you the last time I watched something with this much snow in it, but it was kind of charming in a “Get out there and fix the UHF!” sort of way.So I finally tuned in just in time to see Jack off one Chinese bad guy and Rick Schroder shot another one who couldn’t do the bad guy thing and wrestle his weapon away from a woman who was lying prone on the ground while he was standing over her and had the weight advantage by at least a hundred pounds of muscle.Jack wants to go after the other bad guys that got away while offering candy to his nephew.”But Jack you’re still under arrest …” “”No one knows the layout of this place better than me.””Oh, alright you. You suave devil.”You can see Schroder wilting a little on the inside here. Sure, he just showed up late this afternoon, but there are other people on staff who have been in the office before. Folks who haven’t been locked up in a Chinese prison during two years of renovations.But that sort of removes our hero and we can’t have that. So down and around they go, chasing the bad guys and finding them just as they’re about to get away. Jack shoots at and wrecks one car. A fire fight follows. He does a nice slide into second base while dropping a bad guy with one round, easily going into the Dispatching Bad Guys With Flair stack. The bad guys’ boss makes his escape, with Bauer the Younger in tow and the Elder in pursuit.Josh escapes, Jack’s got the bad guy with no where to go. Josh slips because … well, because. That’s how you know he’s not Jack’s son, and you know that’s what you’re thinking when you heard the boy yell. He has the same guttural tone, but Jack doesn’t slip. He rescues his nephew and while the boy is safely secured, the bad guy escapes. All is well.Meanwhile at CTU the new guy is taking over from the interim boss lady. She’s huffy, despite knowing her role all along. The characters sure do fluctuate from hour to hour. At the White House things are going badly. The treasonous woman is found out by her spy boyfriend and she then learns two treasonous wrongs do not make a right, but it will lead to some good old fashioned domestic violence, which is so much fun in this case the secret service kicks in the door.The spy does the government’s bidding in an attempt for leniency, but the Russians don’t buy the stalling ruse. (Get it? Stalling ruse? Antiquated geopolitical puns! I can’t get enough of them!) So things on that front continue to deteriorate because they really want that microchip back from the Chinese. Only the Chinese guy doesn’t have it, Jack’s father does. He was going to fix it, but things just sort of whither away in the plot at this point.What about that nuclear explosion earlier in the day? This is like a Patrick Duffy in Dallas, Highlander 2 dream sequence thing now, isn’t it?At the end of the hour Jack is with Josh and they’re about to reunite the Bauer clan, such as it is and without the pater familias, who’s trying to cut deals with everybody at this point. Jack then goes to answer an urgent phone call.Jack doesn’t slip, but he does this a lot. And now I’d like to offer my open letter to Jack Bauer:Dear Jack,Please don’t take urgent calls at the end of your day. This only leads to sorrow. Love,AmericaAnd another open letter, this time to the writers of 24:Dear writers of 24,You did this last season. Try something else because this will only lead to our sorrow.Love,AmericaRicky Schroder Bauer naps Josh, which makes the third time that’s happened today. But he sings him the Silver Spoons them while he does it. Not the original one, but the later, hipper, rock version.They hold Jack down while the helicopter takes off. And that’ll set us up for the final two hours, coming next week. It’ll be EXPLOSIVE! (Tune in, really we mean it. Here’s a preview of a missle being launched.)Check out the espn.com piece and tune in next time on As the Blog Turns. # posted by Kenny […]