"My Dinner With Myself"
This one pulls out all the stops—wordy narration, dialogue, disorienting shirt patterns, disorienting wall/floor constructs. (Even the title triangle has a strange embellishment at the tip; Cf. the one here.) The furrows in the hero's brow (panel 3) are slightly disturbing, as are the Dagwoodian tadpoles of sweat. The strip, which is more or less autobiographical, "works"—despite this level of detail, or because of it? Further strangeness: a menu that says MEN U (panel 1), and the odd icon after the signature (panel 3).
—From The Yale Herald, April 12, 1991 (Vol. XI, issue 47)