Joe Pug Music

If you get a chance, you should really check out the music of this UNC alumnus - Joe Pug at joepugmusic.com.

Click here to sample a bunch of his stellar country tunes.

Joe is going on his first tour this month. He's dirty dirty.

Carpeted Afterhours

Yesterday I had my first experience with film. I was in a short film project best described as a TV pilot (will it end up as one?) called Carpeted Afterhours.

I got to the destination in downtown Chicago at 12:45 having been told that the shoot would start at 1:00, but it actually started at 2:00. So I waited.

Once the crew of maybe 20 people showed up I put on a collared shirt, got dabbed with make-up, and then went through some rehearsal takes of the silent role that I had. Then they shot a few takes of each of the scenes I was in which total to be about 30 seconds long. And it only took 2.5 hours!

So be on the lookout for Carpeted Afterhours. It may be hard to find.

Shrimp Test

I am allergic to shellfish, but I had not broken out in years and a few days ago I thought to myself, "Hey, maybe you've outgrown your allergies." So I decided to test it.

I rubbed fried shrimp all over my forearm after lunch and waited. Nothing for a while. Then I rubbed more shrimp on it. Then I broke out.

So I'm still allergic.

Party

I had a gathering in my apartment and this was the result.

I Didn't Know It Was Disgusting Until I Was Knee Deep

I learned something interesting about the beaches in Chicago - and I use the term beach loosely because it's actually just sandy ground touching Lake Michigan. Anyway, the water around the beach occasionally becomes infested/saturated/covered in E. coli.

Emily and I discovered this as we began wading into the water. Lifeguards were staring at us from a distance as if to say, "Stop. But we don't really care." After plenty of time for the germs to infect all of our open wounds and pores, a lady came over and kindly told us that we should not be in the water... it was an E. coli day.

Apparently it is common place to actually check the news before swimming to get an E. coli report. Imagining how silly this is, I created a meter that could be in the corner of your TV (or even a Firefox Plug-in) to warn you about the daily bacteria.

Celebrity Spotting

I was biking along Lake Michigan today when I passed someone jogging who looked an awful lot like Will Ferrell. But it couldn't be...

I stared awkwardly at who is probably my favorite funny man of all time. I wasn't sure so I rode my bike up ahead and parked it and stared at him. He looked about 6'2" which I knew was Will Ferrell's height (don't ask). I stared him down... and confirmed that it was undoubtedly my comic hero.

I thought about riding my bike into him so that I could make physical contact, but I realized that would have been foolish. He turned around and started running the opposite direction and I got one more look at him. Definitely Will.

TJ and Dave

I took this pic last night at one of the greatest shows in all of Chicago, "TJ and Dave." These two performers improvise a series of scenes and characters for an hour, and they are basically as good as it gets.

In the show last night, two brothers who were trying to start a lawn-mowing empire went to a movie theater and hung out with Neko, a Greek stoner who sold tickets, and "Fat Linda," who both of the brothers had crushes on.

Favorite line: "I wish we lived in a state that sold fireworks."

Gay Mass

My friend Emily went to mass on Sunday evening at church she had never been to. She looked around as she entered the church and saw almost only men. Shortly after mass began, she realized that she had come to mass that was targeted just for gays and lesbians. Being a conservative, traditional girl, she was totally embarrassed. From this story we can assume the following:

* Lesbians are more atheistic than male homosexuals.
* The church hates/loves homesexuals.
* Girls are always wrong.
* Sunday evenings should be reserved for Desperate Housewives and Gray's Anatomy.

Drunk Convos are Best

Here are some excerpts from a conversation I had with a friend:

"Yeah, sasquatch balls."

"I threw a medicine ball at my sister today, and that's not even a drunk exaggeration."

"I transcended the cunt."

Taco Bell Riot

I went to Taco Bell drunk last night and they wouldn't serve me french fries on my taco, mainly because they don't have french fries at Taco Bell. So I got the restaurant to chant "Chick-Fil-A, Chick-Fil-A!" in an act of rebellion. Eventually a cop came and made me quit chanting because she thought that I was going to start some kind of fast food riot.

Two Many Lines (Keypad)

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The day the Department of Transportation painted two sets of double lines on the road there were a lot of crashes. People learned not to use the middle lane.

The Most Dangerous Addiction

It's not what you think. Sometimes the most dangerous addictions are in the most unexpected places. And I have recently fallen victim to MySpace.

At first I just wanted to make a profile to show some videos and post some jokes in an area with more traffic than this blog... but that was just the beginning. Soon I started browsing stranger's profiles. Then I started requesting strangers to be my friend. Next thing you know, I'm browsing the citizens of Latvia and Croatia because I want a more diverse group of friends.

Now I've hit rock-bottom. I'm requesting 300-500 people to be my friend a day. I post things to the MySpace blog. Silly things. I'm responding to people's messages on MySpace. I'm even thinking about changing my page layout. I don't think I'll be satisfied until I have more friends than Dane Cook.

By the way, if anyone wants to fuel my addiction:
www.myspace.com/ccpearce