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Monthly Archive for January, 2006

internet explorer is retarded

so i’m in lab today trying to cure cancer and shit wasnt working the way i had envisioned, so i logged onto our lab computer and hit up jeffcarter.net

to my shock and dismay, i found that my lovely little site was fucked all to hell! columns were all misplaced, my precious words were running all over the screen, there were goats and monkeys flying all around…it was mayhem!

after some investigation, it seems that internet explorer hated some changes i made at some point and decided to give my site the middle finger. i have no idea how long the thing has been like this, cause ya know, i rock the mac which is joyfully free from internet explorer.

so to the windows faithful: if any of you are using internet explorer and you notice one day that my site looks more fucked than usual, will you let a brother know?

son of a bitch…this is why running jcdn should be a full-time job.

in the meantime–everyone–should be running firefox. (unless of course your one of the lucky ones using this.)

seattle street cred

i know its not cool to say but i’m starting to think that plans is at least as good as transatlanticism. i know i risk losing indy music street cred but it’s the truth.

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i tried saving myself

so the slow song plays…

this is the stuff of heart-broken melodramatic teenagers. But when wet tossled hair obstructs your view, your perspectives become unforgivingly skewed.

this is a night for rhetorical questions inexplicably answered in the first person. this is a night for grammatical devices to be overused with unapologetic flare. this is a night for non-sensical writing.

charactures of ourselves are too often accurate.

“ring-around-the-rosie-pocket-full-of-posies”

we all fall down.

the world is getting crazy and blury and broken and drunken and forgetful of what forever means.

our plans to change the world have failed and made to feel insignificant.

cross yourself and say thank you.

marching bands of manhattan

The first video for directions is online. you can watch paul brown’s video for “marching bands of manhattan” streamed in all of its quicktime glory.

this first video was really interesting and is a good indication of where the series is heading. rawk.

sigh. shrug. eye roll.

today has been rather random and as such, here are some random observations for a tuesday:

- i took my car to the car wash today and while i was standing at the cash register, i noticed that they were selling car wash t-shirts for $15. shirts as in the same exact ones the little man washing my car was wearing. is there really a lot of demand for these things? i cant imagine anyone paying to wear one of these…forced to out of shear necessity maybe…but paying?

- when i was buying coffee today i saw the nice old lady who always helps me. she’s really cool and all but being that english isn’t her first language, she always seems to say the most non-sensical things to me. its always just something way out of left field. today she muttered something about some guy having three chicken sandwiches and that this somehow troubled her. this statement was followed by a serious of deep sighs and eye rolls. i pretended to totally feel her frustration and retorted with my own serious of sighs and “well what are you gonna do” comments.

this kind of shit bugs me all day long.

stand, smash, curse. repeat.

so my fancy new redlands’ apartment was re-modeled before i moved in and that means i dont have to put up with other people’s filthy germ residue all over everything.

in my office, i’ve even got this fancy lamp hanging from the ceiling that makes all the girls weak in the knees. the problem lies, however, with the lamp’s placement. it seems that i’ve positioned my desk chair directly below said lamp and–to no one’s surprise–i smash the damn thing with my head on a near-daily-basis.

despite repeatedly raising up, smashing my head and cursing, i never learn. it appears that unlike lab rats and other lower life forms, i am unable to learn and adapt when confronted with painful stimuli.

last night was no exception and now i fear that said lamp will never be the same. i need an advil.

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go here now

so the greatest site your not visiting is postsecret.com.



postsecret is a online art project where people anonymously mail in their secrets on one side of a postcard. new post cards are published each sunday. some are funny, others are sad but they will all make you pause. enjoy.

jezebel’s curse

Mandy: so are you gonna get together with walter to watch the seahawks game?

Jeff Carter: nah i’m just gonna watch it here at home so i can scream like a little girl everytime we score

Mandy: today would be a good day to get together with him… you know….cuz it’s a big game and you should get together w/ people. cuz u know the seahawks aren’t gonna make it to the super bowl or anything crazy like that… gotta enjoy it while you can

Jeff Carter: oh no u didnt!!!

Mandy: ha ha

Jeff Carter: dude, did u just try to jinx my team?

Mandy: nope. a jinx would be if i said “they are so gonna win“. i am saying they won’t so that’s not a jinx

Jeff Carter: so then you’re just trying to curse my team

Mandy: give me a break, it’s the only enjoyment i get out of sports…. trash talking the team that u or my dad or my brothers wants to win. that’s how i get my kicks

Jeff Carter: so…u get your kicks by making others feel bad?

Mandy: i don’t look at it as making others feel bad… i look at it as helping them to build character

Jeff Carter: that’s just something mean people say to make themselves feel better

Jeff Carter: go hawks

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Blogging the Seahawks

So stonebraker scored awesome seats to the seahawks championship game and he’s being a good friend by moblogging the game of the year…or maybe he’s just showing off. either way…go ‘hawks!

Go Hawks

Qwest Field

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i have nothing to say…

…so i’ll leave you with some obligatory jeffcarter.net cursing:

shit shit shit fuck shit fuck

look at me i’m a cliche!

bench lickers

So its been like a year since I’ve blogged.

(See what I did there…i was playing on the whole it’s 2006 thing.)

Ok…anyway.

Over the past two weeks, I’ve been in seattle for new year’s and vegas for debauchery and all the while holding down my day job as neuro-scientist-extraordinaire. To celebrate being home I have decided to move. Yep, I’m saying goodbye to the crack-den and moving to a charming little place in redlands. I don’t wanna brag but can you say “berber carpet“.

Oh and if moving weren’t enough, I’m also sick again! I swear to shit, I feel like I’ve been sick for the past two months straight.

Yesterday as I was driving home, I saw this nice looking young lady sitting at a bus stop. As I sat at the stop light, I noticed she was wiping something from her eye and then wiping whatever foreign substance she found on the bus stop bench. If this wasn’t appauling enough she just kept doing it over and over and over.

Son of a bitch!

People it doesn’t matter how much purel hand sanitizer I use if all of you out there are spreading god-knows-what all over the place. I think bus stop lady should have just saved herself some time and just licked the damn bench.

What was my point…oh yeah, happy new year!