Title text: Our brains have just one scale, and we resize our experiences to fit.
Joe Biden is the Vice President of the USA. The comic is saying that experiencing anything for a long period of time would make anyone a snobby connoisseur, even pictures of the Vice President eating a sandwich.
As far as the title text, Randall’s saying that the more time we spend with something, the more prominent it is in our brains, so the more dramatic minor differences seem.
- [White Hat is standing with Cueball. They each hold a wine glass in one hand, White Hat is holding a bottle of wine in the other. He looks at the label.]
- White Hat: How do you stand this cheap wine?
- Cueball: Wine all tastes the same to me.
- [Close-up of White Hat.]
- White Hat: You've just never had good wine. If you paid more attention, you'd realize there's a whole world here.
- [Close-up on the other man, who spreads his arms, sloshing his wine slightly.]
- Cueball: But that's true of anything! Wine, house music, fonts, ants, Wikipedia signatures, Canadian surrealist porn—
- Cueball: Spend enough time with any of them and you'll become a snobby connoisseur.
- [This panel has no border and is next to but aligned further down than the first three panels.]
- [The full frame of the two characters again. White Hat now has the bottle at his side.]
- White Hat: But some things do have more depth than others.
- Cueball: If you locked people in a box for a year with 500 still frames of Joe Biden eating a sandwich, by the end they'd be adamant that some were great and some were terrible.
- White Hat: You're exaggerating.
- Cueball: Oh yeah?
- [This panel is below the others, and is indented about a third of the way to the right. It is wide.]
- A YEAR LATER:
- [A box. Voices emanate from inside.]
- Voice #1: Sure, most closed-mouth frames are boring, but in #415, the way the man's jaw frames the mayo on his hand is pure perfection, and—
- Voice #2: What a surprise- you praising a mayo frame. Listening to you, I'd think there was nothing else in The Sandwich. Frankly, the light hitting J.B.'s collar through the lettuce would put #242 in my top ten even if he had no mayo on his hand at all.