Measuring time in sequential art is a very interesting issue. I like thinking about it. Perhaps if I read enough about such matters I will not die as soon as I otherwise would.
OH! I get it! It's the magnificent seven, in which the Giant Chicken is, like, Yul Brynner! And the goldfish in goggles (which indicates that it is the Evil Goldfish, not the Feckless Goldfish) is all the other good guys! Ok, on same page now.
Carol: Have you been following the speed skating thing?
Whit: Some, not much. I have more important things to do, like read this kind of bilious unredeemable hilarity.
Carol: You gotta see this outfit. Worse than anything in figure skating.
Whit [in kitchen, pouring Tecate on a lime wedge and making chocolate graham crackers with peanut butter]: I'm expecting to see ostrich plumes.
Carol: You'll see.
Someday, when the waffle iron has been replaced by a waffle iron that does not smell bad, not set off the smoke alarm, nor be so ugly that people line up to gawk at it through the window, I will make this.
This comic is finding its voice. No one knows what kind of animal this is, which was a running gag for a while. The personalities are coming together. It's close kin to Get Fuzzy.
This charming cartoonist wants visitors. He's among the finer working newspaper strip artists working today; he likes to blog (although he doesn't call it that); he wants more people to visit. OK? OK.
Scott McCloud Probably the best-known thinker about comic strips/books/graphic novels/sequential art working right now. Controversial among comic fans but unequivocally an influential and original thinker.