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The Daily Cartoon: Curb Appeal

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Editorial cartoon: outside a grand stone mansion, the whole front lawn is piled high with cardboard NVIDIA boxes. The boxes spill computer chips, gold trophies, framed certificates, rolled blueprints, boxing gloves, an espresso machine and a chair cushion; a clay honey pot sits on top of the pile. At the right, a wheeled rack holds a long row of identical black leather jackets on hangers. Two movers carry the last box out through the open front door toward the lawn. Jensen Huang, in his black leather jacket, sits on the curb with his head in his hands. The mailbox plate reads HUANG.
Editorial cartoon: outside a grand stone mansion, the whole front lawn is piled high with cardboard NVIDIA boxes. The boxes spill computer chips, gold trophies, framed certificates, rolled blueprints, boxing gloves, an espresso machine and a chair cushion; a clay honey pot sits on top of the pile. At the right, a wheeled rack holds a long row of identical black leather jackets on hangers. Two movers carry the last box out through the open front door toward the lawn. Jensen Huang, in his black leather jacket, sits on the curb with his head in his hands. The mailbox plate reads HUANG. Drawn to the desk editor’s direction · rendered with gpt-image-2 on fal.ai
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