Scientist has been agitating for the the native Samsung Galaxy S5 wireless charging via the Qi standard for quite awhile now, and so when we got together at The Chalet last weekend I opened my laptop to Amazon.com and told him, “Tell me what to buy so that I have what you have.”
For about a week now I’ve been using Qi exclusively to charge my phone, and I’m here to back up Scientist. It’s great, it’s not gonna fry your nuts, and too bad you iPhone-using schlubs won’t ever experience how great it is.
The list of Pros heavily outweighs the Cons, but let’s get down to it:
* I don’t have the facilities (e.g., fingernails) to easily open the S5’s waterproof USB port cover, so this makes it just a million times easier to throw down and start charging.
* I use a couple of different custom alarms for waking up to work out at home or head to the gym, and so it makes it so much easier to snatch the phone off my nightstand in the morning and turn off the alarm rather than grab it, disconnect the USB cable since it’s so short, and then turn it off.
* The charging pads Scientist suggested were reasonably priced enough for me to buy three of them (plus the external battery unit) so I have one on my nightstand, one on the first floor of my house, and one by my desk at work. Coupled with the external battery version, it’s super simple to just toss it on a pad wherever I’m at.
* The only con I’ve seen is that the charging is slower through Qi than through the USB cable. If you have a dead battery and need to charge up as much as possible as soon as possible then USB will be a better option. This is offset so far, though, as my phone is almost never dead because it’s much easier to charge as I go.
* The factory Qi battery cover does make the phone thicker (by about 3mm), but that was mitigated for me by the fact that I switched out cases when I bought the new back and the case was smaller so the net result was a thinner profile for me.
I’m late to this party because I’ve been so busy at work lately, but I was lurking last week when Maddddddd made a stirring defense of the Nexus 7 over the iPad Mini. I happen to agree; I got one of the new Nexus 7’s a few months back and I’ve been loving it. It’s my first real Android device in anticipation of moving to an Android phone once my iPhone 5 pisses me off too much (which may be next week or in 6 months- not sure yet.)
So far it’s been fantastic, with great battery life and fairly good app selection. Definitely for what bellygirl was talking about there’s tons of options for productivity apps. The only thing I’ve see lacking is some of the games that I like on the iPhone, but it’s not as if I play them a ton anyways. Kindle app works great, twitter and RSS reader are nice. The mobile Google Chrome browser is the tits: it syncs my bookmarks from my desktop and errythang.
EDIT: And just because, here’s the HBO opening from 1983.
Most of the Whazzmaster.com Krew assembled up near Ontonagon, MI last weekend to yell at each other and eat fried food. And drink beer. And gamble.
But in the middle of all of that we were supposed to play out the epic pitching duel between Madd and Cal. One at-bat for all the marbles… would Scientist burn up Cal with three straight heaters? Or would Cal hit a 500 foot homerun for the ages?
Well, we certainly won’t know this year because Madd forgot the goddamned baseballs. Instead watch what actually happened…
It’s the dead of winter and Cal is running around Ramsey County looking for a medallion. That goddamn shit better turn you into Green Lantern or something, but on the other hand I have enjoyed the lunatic rantings of you idiots talking about baseballs fields, Ken Shamrock, empty hamburger containers, and the limitless nuttiness of Minneapple-folk.
I’ve got nothing else to tell you, unfortunately. I’m doing some university recruiting this week while Alandovos is out in California interviewing for a spot in my work group, and then on Sunday I’ll be flying out to the Yay Areaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa to do some good ol’ fashioned team offsite stuff. Ropes course? Fall backwards and have someone catch you? Watch a Jackie Chan movie in our pajamas? I have no goddamned clue. I do know that I’ll be eating burritos from all my favorite burritotoriums. I’ll also be flying through the skies while the Super Bowl is under way– good I don’t care what happens anyways.
Dubuque was great! Well, not so great as the last time, but a good time was had by all. We also saw CAL and he even played craps with us!
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Wwhazz, Lawman and I raced out of town Friday afternoon with a gleam in our eye and the rising feevah. Oh, we played it cool; we sauntered into The Canfield Hotel and answered all questions asked: where we were from, how we were doing, if we knew not to park next to the hotel because they like to keep that lot open for the karaoke patrons, if we had ID, if I knew what kind of name ‘Moneypenny’ was, if we had any singers in our group, if I would retrieve the front desk worker to watch when I returned from dinner and sang, how many people we had with us, when were they arriving, which room did we want, if we wanted this in one credit card transaction or two, and so on and so forth.
Once we were safely ensconced in 227 we unpacked a bit and decorated. On one wall, a 1992-1993 Milwaukee Bucks poster. On the refrigerator, Will Purdue’s size 27 shoe. And IN the fridge? Oh, look closely to your right and you’ll see the treasures buried there.
Soon we were out and about, headed towards Mystique Casino- which is really hands-down the greatest casino in Dubuque. Whatever little Internet cred I have I would like to cash in now in order to say: Mystique equals GREAT and Diamond Jo’s equals DUMP.
The watchword of the weekend: see-saw. Sally saw seashells by the seashore, and then she watched me dump five bills two hours before a triumphant six fold score. Sally, WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING~! I only had two non-craps experiences this time: I won $80 playing roulette and the next day I got straight-up mugged by a blackjack dealer for like a hundo in five minutes. Sad, really, that they had to resort to such skullduggery.
The high(low)light of the trip was when we went to Diamond Jo’s and got treated like scum by their ever-dour team of meanmugging dealers and boxmen. No jokes from that crew and lots of being yelled at for the smallest of infractions. Example: I had been betting $1 Any bets off and on, but pretty consistently. At one point I decided late to bet and reached for my chips. I fumbled grabbing a white chip but, being just at Stick Right I said aloud “dollar any” while the dice were in the air and tossed the chip onto the table before the dice landed. The boxman yelled “NO BET THAT’S NO BET” and then sternly lectured me on when bets could and couldn’t be made. Look, FUCK YOU Diamond Jo’s craps pit; I have booked verbal DOLLAR-FUCKING-ANY bets from Ho-Chunk to Vegas and back. It’s an 11.11% house edge and it’s a 7-to-1 payout on ONE FUCKING DOLLAR. And you’re going to call my bet off and, even worse, give me grief over it? When I’m betting hardways for your dealers all night? How about you just eat shit and die?
At the far opposite end of the scale from the terrible, rude service at Diamond Jo’s Casino was the once-again stellar time we enjoyed at Mystique Casino. The craps crew working over the weekend was in large part the same folks we had a great time with last December. Really fun crew all around, and even though we only roll through once or twice a year we were even remembered by some of the people. We had a few good rolls, a few great rolls, and a few not-so-great rolls, but we had a fun-as-hell time there.
It may be heresy, but the idea that we stay at Mystique instead of the Canfield was even discussed. May not go anywhere, but that’s how much we hate Diamond Jo’s now. Don’t go there; it is terrible.
Anyway, lah-dee-dah and all that- we headed out rather early Sunday morning to get back to Madison for a joint-baby shower-slash-Packer-game. Packers won handily, which was great, because I wasn’t in the greatest head space after a weekend of fooling around in Dubuque.
Ugh, well, we got the news that Braun was roiding (or whatever, dude was drinking some kind of Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde potion) as we sat at the bar in Champagne, eating steaks and listening to wwhazz bitch about being made small of by the host at the entrance. All of our cells started buzzing incessantly as Cubs fans from all over the country poured on the scorn. Whatever, jerks, soon you’ll have Prince Fielder and you can cackle all the way to another mid-division finish in 2012.
I returned home to find that the Brewers had signed Aramis Ramirez to a 3-year deal, and just this morning the Crew traded MAGUHAHEEEEEEEE to the Pirates for a pitcher. I’m worried about Tony Plush, but I have FAITH~! that the Great Mustache will make the right decision and extend his contract.
Gen Con 2011 has come and gone; I had a really good time this year because I was determined to actually do some interesting shit besides walk around and gawk at a 300lb Iron Man.
My First Resolve was to play in more board game events. I really, really enjoy playing Settlers of Catan and Carcassonne but almost never get a chance to at home, so I signed up for the Carcassonne (with Expansions) event on Friday morning. Long story short: got completely raped by expert Carcassonne players, but I felt I learned a lot about the game as well. Result: fun.
Friday night Alandovos and I played in a D&D Minis micro-event called Monster Mash where you get one randomly assigned miniature creature and then you have a battle royal on a big map against 15 other people. The problem with this was that the event was comprised of wall-to-wall kids who had no idea what they were doing. It’s not that kids shouldn’t play games, it’s that this thing should have been done in 30-45 minutes and after 45 minutes we had completed one round because none of the kids knew what to do or they were spazzes that couldn’t sit still for one fucking second. I feel for the guy running the game, and most of the people at the table either quit or died on purpose so they could just leave. Result: waste of time.
Saturday we played in a small D&D adventure with a random table of people. There were a few spaz kids there but their dad kept them pretty well in line and I had a good time. Result: fun.
Saturday night I played in an Ascension tournament and actually won (i.e., survived two rounds of four-player games). I won some promotional cards for the game but was denied the $5 gift certficate prize because the half-naked Russion lady running the game had better things to do (e.g., anything) than hand out prizes to a tournament she was running. Whatever, I jetted back to the hotel for the sweet release of bourbon; I’m not about to lift a single finger of argument over a five-fucking-dollar gift certificate.
Through wandering the exhibit hall floor for 4 days I got hooked up with some pretty fun new board and card games. Food Fight, Zombie Fluxx, Summoner Wars, Ascension… all pretty funs things to try out over the next few months. I also got it in my head to buy a kilt… I’m unsure why. I guess I’ll where it sometime, somewhere and people will all be like “Whoa! Look at that guy! He has a kilt” and then I’ll win a $5 gift certificate to Subway. I dunno. But for my devoted followers here on whazzmaster.com, I present:
Happy Birthday to Wwhazz! Happy Birthday to Madd Scientist! Happy Birthday to Manders! Happy Birthday to Alandovos! Happy Birthday to Peapods! (Shameful omission, that.) Lots of spring fucking goings on in the late 70s and early 80s.
At any rate, we had a swell (SWELL) time this weekend at a combination Wwhazz Birthday Whazz Tournament & Poker-Playing Contest-slash-Green Bay Packer Victory Party at the Dry Bean. I knew that Green Bay had won when I approached wwhazz at the bar and said “What’s up, man?” and he succinctly responded, “Bargle.” The bar was loud so I asked for clarification; “What?” I asked. “Frohnum,” he blurted out as he slumped his head down onto the bar. I knew then (as I know now) that it was time to leave.
So yes, yes the good ol’ Green Bay Packers are in the Sooper Bowl on February Something. I’m not sure of the exact date because from this Wednesday (tomorrow!) until the day before that Super-Duperest of Bowls me and the little lady will be down in St. Maarten on a beeeeeeeeeeeeeeach. I’ll be dozing and she’ll be drinking some sort of rum-infused cocktail through a curly straw. I think they have some activities where you can swim with sharks, or even walk through a bad part of town with your money and passport dangling out of your pocket. I’m excited.
I heard they have casinos both (a) in the hotel and (b) elsewhere on the island as well. No craps in the hotel, but supposedly poker. HO-CHO!
Anything else happen this week? I guess Scientist learned how to deliver a baby; I hear he’s taking reservations for midwifery starting in late Smarch.
It always annoys me the way that the national media freaks right the fuck out when a blizzard hits the northeast. As if the rest of the country never gets snow, we have to sit through days (of newspaper stories) and hours (of TV reports) hearing about how OMFG WHERE ARE THE PLOWWWWWWWWWWWS?!Also: fuck those pussy NFL officials. Since when can’t you play football in the snow? Dumb. RIGGED.
We’re going up to Door County this weekend for the Lawman/Peapods Wedding Extravadanza- I predict a good time will be had by all. Thursday Night: ping-pong tourney-slash-dinner-at-Donny’s Glidden Lodge. Friday Night: WEDDDDDDDING! Saturday Night: Rose Bowl! Sunday Afternoon: PACKERS! Really an action-packed weekend of fun and excitement in the Northern Door.
What’d you get for Xmas? Cal? A law degree? Maybe next year, pal, you gotta be on the NICE list to get what you want. Scientist? South African Beard Oil? Your beard is large. Did you see what I did there? Wwhazz? Air hockey paddles? I received a very nice overnight bag from my wife. And clothes. And a headlamp. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!