Hi, I’m Meathead. Sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve posted something here, but I’ve been pretty busy lately. You know how it seems like lately everyone in L.A. has a rooster in their backyard? Well, I was out delivering magazines a couple weeks ago (no, I don’t get paid for it; I just strongly believe all Americans have the right to have vomit-stained copies of US Weekly hurled through their windows via brick at 2:30 A.M.) when I encountered a strange little man with a coffee colored suit, a raging case of pink eye and the personality of rancid goat’s milk. I wouldn’t have crossed the street to talk to him had it not been for his incredibly vague resemblance to an Armenian Robert Redford. Well, a really short, Armenian Robert Redford. I figured I could get a picture with him, and, through the magic of my pirated copy of Adobe Photoshop CS4, I could convince all my friends on Facebook that I know famous people. Then again, I don’t technically have a Facebook page, or friends for that matter, but both are on my checklist of things to do this weekend, which I’ve titled “Things I Was Going To Do This Weekend, But It’s Raining, So Fuck It, I’m Just Going To Play Rainbow Six on my Xbox 360 Instead.” Not to brag, but I’ve actually beaten Rainbow Six Vegas 1 and 2 on the “Realistic” level. I’d probably be pretty good at that black ops stuff in real life, and I’d be all over it if it weren’t for the shitty hours. You know what I mean? I like knowing when I’ll have to go to work every week, instead of getting a call at 6 in the damn morning on a Sunday telling me I have to get up and go infiltrate some terrorist organization over in Palmdale, like it really can’t wait until Monday. That’s the tradeoff for getting to wear those cool heat-vision goggles, I suppose. I wonder what would happen if I wore those to work one day. I’d have to take them off while I’m at my desk, because it would be hard to read my computer screen. That’s probably a stupid idea. Forget I said anything about that. The point is, don’t approach weird people at weird times just because they look like overrated actors, unless your pancreas likes getting perforated courtesy of a rusty X-Acto knife (take my pancreas’ word for it- it doesn’t).
Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve been kinda busy, but here’s a new Dave & Ug cartoon. Hopefully it’ll be ROCK AND ROLL enough for you, gentle Buddyhead reader, but if it’s not, at least it’s free. Isn’t that what’s really important?
