Goodbye, my dear Samsung Galaxy S

You can ding me for loving things, especially one thing, my dear Samsung Galaxy S, which has now been retired (and I wont care). As my dearly beloved Samsung Galaxy S aged alongside me, I did not quickly part ways with it, nor I did not want to wait till the phone died, especially since I was slowly unable to use it for much else than calls, text, gmail and basic sites. Having won a Beta Contest in 2010, I bought a “smart” phone as a splurge and due to a hard failure, had it replaced with the current one in January 2011. Since then, we have been great companions, it being by my side for many a day and many a night (although mostly I forgot the phone and left it at work/home – where it didn’t belong right then, or in the car, another cherished companion!)

Many a drop and injury ensued, and yet the phone was working and working and working and working. Compare that to the blood phone (or iShit), that you can drop..once!

Well dear, you will be sorely missed, yet close, in that little box of things that cannot be parted with. Meanwhile, your role will be now assumed, by one of your own kind, the Samsung Galaxy S7. Such is life, or things…or thing..well!

Here is a memory, shot with, my beloved Bob, of course!


Is it too crazy to celebrate your phone’s birthday?

First, how does a phone take a selfie?

Well, maybe if it controlled a robot and had that turn on a camera…or you just ask someone else with a phone to take a picture. That is how, this marvel is being presented to you….

Samsung Galaxy S

We live in a day and age where discarding things that are perfectly functional is fashionable. And then again, Apple phones like to remind us all of hell by spontaneously and prematurely combusting. Amidst all this, my phone and I have enjoyed companionship (meaningless, of course), growing old together, defying modern day traditions.

The History, should you care…

My original Samsung Galaxy S was purchased with the winnings of a Beta bug finding contest for SolidWorks in November 2010. My first choice to buy this was Costco, but they wanted to charge me an arm and a leg because of some AT&T contractual nonsense, so I returned the phone – the guy who tried hosing me for $50+ in unwanted expenses, apparently irritated that I was being frugal. Well, f* him.

I then went to Radioshack , the store no one can explain and told the guy, I was going to buy the phone only if I got it for the list price of $149. Despite my angered overtures, that guy worked his magic, charged me $169, worked out a $20 credit and though I paid for the higher price in taxes, I did leave wondering, if maybe the Universe did have something in mind keeping the company open….

The “incident”

One fine day in January 2011, that particular device did go off suddenly. I went to AT&T and they said in preference to fixing it, they would just give me a new phone if I didn’t care for the data. For all my literacy, love of technology and life in the SF Bay Area, I am remarkably Luddite in personal life. I had a few photos and some notes on a note taking app that I didn’t really care for. Yet, I was a bit shocked that they would just swap out a phone.

I did inquire what would happen if the new phone bricked. Of course they told me the warranty was not 12 months per bricked phone. So I thought I would take better care of the $160 beast…

Material Abuse

Of course, as many an acquaintance has heard me drone on, my phone suffered much more abuse than most people would willingly subject it to. If you think I am weird enough to write about a phone, you should see what I put the poor thing through. It has been repeatedly dropped, had things spilled on it, has been sat on by people, cats…the list is endless. And then, the phone has had to spend many a dark, cold night alone at the office or in the car, completely discharged and forgotten, for days on end. There was a time when, if I remembered carrying the phone with me, I dropped it almost by compulsion..and the thing still works! Like, to date!!!

Happy Birthday?

But through thick and thin, the phone and I stuck by, and the phone visited Washington, Oregon, Utah, Arizona, Nevada, almost all the National Parks in California, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Ohio…And even though I am not sure what day in January I got the thing, I think marking the anniversary or birthday for the phone can’t be such a bad deal, no?

The Serious Part

Despite all the bad humor, there is something serious. People ought not simply throw away stuff. I still have my phone of 5 years, my primary home computer, a Dell M4400 is going to be five years old this May if it doesn’t crap out by then. Maybe if people took the mundane things a tad bit more seriously, then they might take the more important things in life that much more seriously.

And more power to Samsung on making this sturdy beast!

So, no, I am seeking no one’s permission in marking the anniversary for the phone. The phone number by the way? Have had that, nigh on 15 years now!

Introducing Squeaky the 7th!

Since the last time I posted here, things went from regular crazy to extra special crazy. After Saxi, who was adopted the weekend she was dropped off (yes!), we were settling into a lull. Only, providence and the Humane Society Silicon Valley had other plans. The sly, ┬ámanipulative, clever and kind people had me foster three, yes, 3 or THREE kittens – whom I named Athos, Aramis and Pothos after The Three Musketeers. The lovebugs came and went like a storm and I will write about them soon.

This week, yes, in the middle of November, when kitten season should have been done and over with, we learned that the good folks at HSSV are still trying to help out and a call went out to foster parents to pick up some single kittens that were brought in from San Jose. We had done 5 kittens at that point – a personal record, so I wanted to stretch it to 6!

Plus, the enticement was, that an orange kitten had become available for fostering. Well, those who know me, know I have a big weakness for the orange kittens, and so I wrote back frantically, though I would have been okay with any of them.

Well then, in our great naming tradition, in honor of my first feline, Squeaky, I present you, the well mustachio-ed, feral, lovely, playful, Squeaky the 7th!!

Squeaky the 7th
Squeaky the 7th

Innocent as he seems, he had to be wrapped up in something so he may hold steady! Look at the moustache! Here is another seemingly somnambulist pose..


And here are a couple more. I am sure there will be more if he ever steadies enough to let me photograph!

Just Squeaky!