Metapost: Head-bashed at last
So, yeah, it’s been way too long since I promised to unveil the winner of the Self-Bashing Tyler Contest! And here’s the honest truth on why: I hate having to pick! Honestly, I’m just touched and amazed that you all put so much creative energy into this whimsical contest. I’m always impressed by the creative energies swirling around this blog. In a real way, you are all winners. (You can see all the entrants here.)
But, to paraphrase Homer Simpson, in another, more accurate way, only one of you is the winner — specifically, the winner of Dean Booth’s totally fabu Tyler action figure. That winner will be revealed in a moment! But first, a couple of runners up.
Dr. Jeff definitely gets point for his cartoonification of the panel, complete with motion lines and narration box. He also wonderfully captures Tyler’s spit curl and vacant expression.
Kevin also managed to capture Tyler’s eerie blankness. And, with cunning use of photo-editing software, he managed to piece together real-world versions of the various components of the drawing to create a deeply alienating affect — not quite as alienating as Gil Thorp itself, but pretty close to it.
But the winner broke through what was portrayed in the drawing itself to show us not just what was on the page, but what was implied, as well: namely, blood. Lots and lots of blood.
Let’s review, in its entirety, the e-mail that accompanied this picture from Wally Lamb:
I won this contest fair and square. I didn’t do anything wrong. I never filed a police report. I never accused anyone. Everyone thinks I’m stupid, even Brynna. But I got one over on all of you!
Truer words have never been spoken, sir! May I add that I desperately covet the shirt? For your pains, Wally Lamb, you shall receive the Self-Clubbing Tyler action figure. Hopefully they will let you keep it in your room at the mental ward.