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The Dangers of Shopping at Target

J. Timothy King — Fri, 21 Feb 2014 15:00:44 +0000

Yesterday, I discovered that it can be dangerous to shop at Target.

…wearing a red shirt.

I was walking along, minding my own business. I had been re-listening to season 1 of Gregg Taylor’s character Martin Bracknell’s radio play Black Jack Justice (one of my favorite latter-day online radio series). I had paused my smartphone’s podcast player and removed my earbuds, and was poking through my email, when a guy walked up to me.

Some More Photos I Found on My Cell Phone

J. Timothy King — Fri, 31 Aug 2012 18:25:00 +0000

Some time ago, I posted some miscellaneous cellphone pictures that had been taken on my old cell phone. Now that I have a new smartphone, with a (slightly) higher resolution camera, it seems lots more pictures get taken. And most of them not by me.

Actually, my Little One, “Abbie the Artist,” has been taking quite a shine to the camera. Her artwork, of course, has greatly improved since I last posted some of it three years ago. She says she thinks in pictures, which sounds like a good name for a photo-memoir… or at least a good name for another blog post. (Stay tuned.)

You can tell she’s artistic, because she dyed the ends of her hair purple. And then started to complain when they faded to pink… -ish.

Shopaholic

J. Timothy King — Mon, 30 Jul 2012 12:30:59 +0000

OK. Don't panic. Don't panic It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?

(Confessions of a Shopaholic, Sophie Kinsella)

I’m throwing together this Monday post at the last minute, because I got absolutely no writing done yesterday. Because my Beloved and I were busy working on our budget. Because we busted our budget for July. And then after we did the budget, we went shopping.

Okay, I’m kinda jumping to the end of the story.

I sometimes walk in the morning at the mall near my Firstborn’s school. I’ve even been doing so during July, because she’s been going to summer school (which is a different story). One of the problems with walking the mall is that it makes me want to go shopping. Now, I’m not normally the shopaholic-type. But the sounds, smells, sights of the mall, it does something to you. The effect is part marketing genius and part the rush of adrenaline that you get when you buy something. But when you’re on a tight budget, you have no money for shopping. So walking the mall leaves me with this unmet desire.