I’ve been complaining about my cell phone on Twitter and elsewhere for many months and have been contemplating getting a new phone. My choices have been narrowed down to the Samsung Galaxy Note II and the Motorola Droid Razr Maxx HD.
Lily got the Note II because she likes the big screen and battery life. I was leaning towards the Maxx HD (32 hour battery life!) but the Note II’s 4 core CPU makes the phone really zippy and the battery life is not bad even after abusing it.
So I took her phone with me to drop off the kids at Chinese school Saturday morning. That was her idea so I can see if it’s too large for my pocket (it’s not) and if I like using it (I do).
While there I saw a flower and took out her phone to take a quick snap. The Note II phone was dead. Dead as in 100% no lights, not responding, removing the battery did nothing. Naturally I did what most grown up men in my situation would do.
IT'S NOT MY FAULT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT.
I killed Lily's new phone. It committed suicide and the lights don't even come on.
— Jan "SUCH COFFEE SO GOOD RESPECT COFFEE" Dembowski (@jan_dembowski) January 5, 2013
It’s important to appeal to the general public in case, you know, something unfortunate happens to me.
After getting home and apologizing to Lily profusely we found that removing the battery and SIM card (it’s an LTE phone and does have a SIM card) did bring it back to life.
This is not the first time electronics have lost their mind around me but I wish my curse would remain localized to things that belong to me.