Does anyone know if you can charge your cell phone on one of those Wii charger induction mats?

Answer by Dave Failure Kweli~Is Notorious
idk but i recommend u shouldnt tho

Answer by Tico
ummmm i highly doubt it. but if it fits your phone and you want a new phone and/or despise your phone then go for it. and if u like your phone then i would use a cheap phone to test that out.

Answer by B B
Are you refering to if you have the “Power Mat” adapeter on the phone? I do not believe that they are compatiable. If your excellent at circutry and soldering, then you could POSSIBLY wire the carging battery that comes with the mat and solder it to your phone, but then you might break everything. I would say just buy the power mat built to charge your phone.

Answer by Mel
They are not compatible. You can buy wireless cell phone chargers such as the Powermat.

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Christina stayed for a few months, then she was gone again. A friend in Italy offered her a room for the summer and that was that. She wasn’t here for me. I knew that heading in and that was okay with me. I am one of many.

I remember George. The tall Malaysian Dutchman she said she met while she was in New York. She told me she met him around Halloween while on the subway to Queens. They had hit it off immediately. Freak chemistry. On the second date, he came over to her apartment building (it was not her apartment building, it was Ursula’s; a mutual friend of ours, I am not the only one after all) on a day that it was empty and cooked for her. "Ah ha," I teased her.
"No, it’s not like that. I don’t do those kinds of relationships," she said.
The next day, when she called, I questioned her how was it. She had been complaining that she had gone without sex for quite a few months. Without "intimacy" was how she said it.
"It was fantastic," she said, "I couldn’t help it. I was drunk. When you’re drunk, don’t you want to fuck?"
"Sometimes." I had already stopped drinking for a while.
"It was a bit weird though. I had never been with someone cut before."
"Was he Jewish?"
"He was. I’m use to the skin moving back and forth a small when I touch it, but it wasn't like that. Kind of weird."
"I see."
"Anyway, I’m sorry I called you so ahead of schedule. Are you at work?"
"I just started. I don’t really have anything I need to do right now anyway."
"How’s that going?"
"It’s excellent. I’m still a temp."
"Excellent luck."
"How’s work for you?"
"It’s excellent. I feel as if all my tension has disappeared."
"Excellent."

A few days later, I emailed Ursula about possibly taking some vacation days and going to New York in April. Ursula told me that Christina had went.
"Everywhere to?"
"Miami," she said.

After Miami, it was San Francisco.

I took sick leave on yesterday morning so that I could pick her up at the airport.

"You don’t have to be so nice to me, I can make it just fine. I lived in New York," she said when she first at home. She called collect from SFO. She said her my cell phone battery had died and the charger was at Ursula's house.
"That’s not the point. I said I'll see you at the airport."
The point was, I needed to take the day off. Earlier that week, my supervisor’s habit of leaving work for hours at a time to hang out at the Bay 101 Casino had been learned by upper management. Since we were all complicit in covering for him, it was now coming down over all our heads.

I left her for a minute to take the trash out. When I came back, she was asleep on my bed. I didn't wake her up in anticipation of morning.

"You got to watch the water?" I said, "You want it hot, but not boiling. Otherwise you’d ruin the rice wrapping." Christina and I were making spring rolls for lunch. It was Saturday, her second day here. All her things were still in the luggage lined up next to the sofa.
"Do you cook for all the girls who come over to your house?" she said.
"Not really."
"Which means for some you do?"
"No. It just means that I don’t have many people over." It was right. Not since Danielle was here. But I didn’t talk to anyone about Danielle. Not even her.

I set a bowl of lettuce out on the kitchen nook. I didn’t have a kitchen table or a dining room. Usually I ate off the coffee table in my living room. There was a less vital bowl of pickled carrots, daikon and cucumbers that my mom made for me which I kept in a jar by the window; Vietnamese steamed ham, peeled shrimp, rice noodles and mints from the small plot of land that I shared with my neighbors.
"How was Miami?" I said.
"I didn’t like it."
"What did you do down there?"
"I was working a gift shop in South Beach."
"Really?"
"I despised it. Anyway, do you remember Alex?"
"From the Natsoulas?" I vaguely remembered him. It was at a gallery Danielle and I use to volunteer at during college. Christina was there too for a time. This was how we met.
"I was staying with him for a bit."
"Doesn’t he have a wife and kid?"
"Well, he did. What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing."
"It wasn't that kind of relationship. Still, it was a mess and I had to get out."
"Why?"
"They were going through the a divorce."
"What did he tell his wife?"
"That I was an ancient friend who needed a house to stay for a few weeks."
"I’m surprised he, or she, let you in."
"They were really excellent to me. I even took care of their kids. But, I don’t reckon I should’ve been there, so I left."
"How ancient were his kids?"
"12 and 14. A boy and girl."
I looked around my own apartment building. There wasn’t much.

Christina found a job as an everyday babysitter for a single mom with toddlers who lived out on Sundown. "She desires me to go in with her, they have a spare room in the basement but I reckon I’ll stay here if it’s okay with you."
"I don’t mind."
"You don’t mind if I go if I go or you don’t mind that I stay here?"
"Whichever one you want."
I was laying out the magazines she had subscribed to crosswise the coffee table: Vogue, Elle, and Maxim, for me I guessed.
When Christina was not babysitting, she worked at the gelato house in Chinatown.
I stayed on at my office even though half of the people had been let go under new management.

Things carried on like this for the first two months.

In April, I came home from work to found a man sitting on my sofa. "Hey," I said. I guessed that he was a friend of Christina’s. She was in the bathroom.
He introduced himself as Abraham.
"Call me Ab." He told me that they met last week while Christina was shopping in The Mission. She had left her phone at home and questioned him if she could use his to make an urgent call. A few days later, he ran into her again at the gelato house and this time, he questioned for her digit and when she got off. "Freak chemistry," he said. He then questioned me if I was a roommate. I told him I owned the house.
"Sorry I don’t have anything else here." I poured them cups of Aloe drink from the nearly empty bottle I kept in the refrigerator. I reminded for myself that I’d have to go grocery shopping later after they left.

Ab started to come over more often. Most of the time, he talked with Christina on the sofa while I went into my room. Other times, they talked in Christina’s room with the door open. It bothered me a small when I realized that this had be converted into a routine.
Christina's room use to be Danielle’s room. Even when Danielle was gone, I still thought of it as hers. It kept her bed, her desk, her vanity mirror and the dress she wore when she first started spotting, we were having her birthday feast in North Beach that night.

"What are you going to do with the room now?" my mom said when she came to visit once.
"I don’t know. That’s Danielle’s room."
When Christina went in, I went the dress into my own closet.
Whatever was going on, was only fleeting.

Once in a while, Ab brought over batches of beer that he claimed to have made himself. I learned from Christina that he had studied viticulture and worked in Napa and Sonoma in the wine making industry. "Why doesn’t he go out there? It's a long commute" I said.
She shrugged. "He likes the city I estimate."
Though I did not drink them, I could tell that they were strong beers. They were dark and no set alight passed through them when I held the bottle up to the window.
"I like the porters and stouts," Ab said, "You don’t have to worry about keeping them in the refrigerator. In fact, you’re suppose to drink them warm. Since you drink your coffee black, I thought you’d like them."
I’d get a new 12 pack once a month which I kept in the pantry next to the cake mix, cornmeal, flour and rice that Christina started to stockpile. Imperial stouts. Russian stouts. Chocolate porters. Belgian. IPAs. Some with hops. Some with no hops.

The apartment building was also filling up: clothes were set on the balcony with rocks to keep them from flying into the neighbors: the refrigerator was full of vegetables, milk and juices: boxes of cereal and crackers were organized in the cupboards next to bags of potato chips: the magazines around the coffee table: a blender: plates and bowls: plants along the window sill: clay pottery: new lamp: a coat hanger by the door.

On a weekend, I was woken up by a heavy thump from the stairwell. I place on my glasses and went out to have a look at what it was; Ab and Christina were moving a stained bookshelf up the stairs. "Sorry," Christina said.
"It’s alright. Just try not to hurt the steps," I said. Standing there in a robe and basketball shorts.
Ab peered out from the bottom. "An ancient Russian lady down on Valencia was charitable it away. It was too nice to pass up and Christina and I thought you could use it."
Valencia was at least three blocks away.
Without saying a word, I helped them bring it into the apartment building.

We set it by the front door and filled it with books we had laying around and cleared the coffee table of the magazines. We used some of the potted plants to fill up the empty shelves. In the afternoon, when the sunlight hit, the wood took on a dark mauve hue. Except for the cut on the backboard that we couldn't see anyway, it looked fantastic.
"Thanks, how did you find it?"
"Craiglist," Christina said.
Ab brought over a few books on wine-making the next day and I returned the plants to everywhere they were.

My mom took the BART up from Fremont for a visit during the weekend after. She was very pleased to see the changes in my apartment building; I kept the door to Danielle’s room closed. We didn’t stay long and I took her shopping in Union Square. We didn’t go back to my apartment building. "Whose the girl?" she questioned on the ride back to Fremont.
"Just a friend who needs a house to stay for a few weeks," I said.
She sighed.
"Are you charging her for rent then?"
"I am," I lied.

I was laid off eventually laid of in June and I didn’t bother to tell anyone. On my last day, I packed all my belongings from my desk into a white cardboard box I was allowed to take from the copy room. I was supposed to stay for the day but I didn’t see the point so I left during lunch; they could keep the half-day from my pa.

There were only a few passengers on the BART ride back. An elderly man in a business suit gave me a sympathy stare as I passed him. It must have been the combination of my tie and the box I carried. The power cord on the lamp was dangling out. After I took a seat behind him he turned around. "Don’t let it get to you," he said.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"I’m going to an interview now. And I’m 50! So there you have it," he said.
I offered him a red vine from the jar I brought back. It seemed like the natural thing to do.
"Excellent luck," I said when he got off at Embracadero and offered him another one.

I set my box down next to the bookshelf and had a look inside: file folders, a lamp, stationary, pens, a box of paper clips, a staple remover, tub of red vines, a thermos and coffee mug. Possibly this wouldn't be so terrible. At least not like last year when I wasn't without a steady job for a year and Danielle was going crazy.

I hung my coat on the rack and grabbed one of Ab’s beer from the pantry Even though no one was home, I closed the door to my room, drank and laid on my bed. Because I hadn't drank for more than half a year, I was dizzy straight away.

Creaking sounds started to come through the wall. I sat up and listened. There was a soft moaning signal followed by grunting. It was Friday; I had assumed that both of them would be at work but I estimate I didn’t notice the shoes in the entryway. And they doubtless assumed that I was at work too. They were fucking as if no one on the block was home.

I masturbated while listening to them. After some time, Christina shouted, "I’m cumming." A few minutes later, when it was silent again, I came to. I went to bed and slept in anticipation of two in the morning.
They’d doubtless notice the box from my office in the living room.
Danielle’s room.

My throat was dry when I woke up. The house was empty now. They must have left without I was sleeping. I took out all trash and drank a cup of water. I stood in the doorway of the other room; the blankets were disheveled and all of the pillows were stacked in a column against the headboard. This was Danielle's room.

Not know what to do, I I spent all weekend sending out my resume and take in letter and didn’t reckon about anything.
Christina called on Saturday night to say she would be in Napa for the weekend.
"Delight in yourselves," I said.
She laughed.
I also took the sheets and pillow cases with me to the laundry mat the next day.

"So you’re moving to Italy?" I said.
"Yeah. A friend of mine told me she’s moving out of her family’s house and questioned me to come stay with her for a bit."
"Which friend?"
"Her name's Jennifer Ricci. I met her when I was in Miami. Her family owns a rubber plant."
"I see. You’re quite lucky," I said.

I filled her glass with more Amaretto.

"How long will you stay with her for?"
"The usual I estimate."
I laughed. "So you’re at least aware of your lifestyle. I'm not judging you."
"Yeah, I estimate. I’m starting to feel ancient and tired. Possibly I’ll stay for a while. You signal a small bitter."
"Come on. Really, I reckon I’ll miss you."
"Will you?"
"Yeah. I would."
"That’s nice to know."
"What about Ab?"
"He’s busy with his work. He’ll be fine I estimate. I’m just another girl. You know."
"Poor guy."
"It’s nothing new."
"Nothing’s ever new."

Tomorrow will be Dignified. According to fables, the coldest month in San Francisco.

"Can I question you something?" Christina said.
"Sure."
"Did you ever want to sleep with me?"
"Sometimes."
"It would have been simple with the two of us living here. But I could never tell if you were attracted"
"You're asking me something I don’t know the answer to."

I poured for myself some more Amaretto too.

"Anyway, I’ll miss you too. I’m use to everyone turning salty on me. When I was with Ursula, she couldn’t wait to get rid of me." Christina laughed. "It’s one reason why I went to Miami and then, finished up here. But you were excellent to me."
"Possibly it’s because I barely existed. Or I barely acknowledge your existence"
"You be converted into philosophical when you're drunk I noticed," she said.

We laid on the sofa and watched TV in anticipation of we feel asleep. Only for a few hours before we were suppose wake up and go to the airport. It was the only time I held her. It had been so long. I feel that we were suddenly in the center of something vast and unknowable. Just for a few hours in anticipation of I feel asleep after her.

In the morning, we left for the airport. Besides her clothes, she left everything back at my apartment building. She said she’d write to me. Before she self, she gave me one long kiss. It was friendly. "Thanks for everything," she said.

She turned around waved back before she went into the customs screening area. Come and go. The past few months had been quick. That was a excellent sign.

When I got home, I set Danielle’s desk, mirror and bed on the sidewalk. I wrote with a Sharpie in huge bold letters, "FREE", and hoped they would find a excellent home.

I want to buy my bf one of those mats you plug in the wall and it charges everything. but i need to know if it will charge his type of phone, i read one mat charges blackberries, but is that it? he doesn’t have a blackberry soo.

what is the best power mat charger? there are a few i see.

Answer by dani
www.powermat.com
aaall you need to know. what phone does he have?

nice name btw

Answer by DisturbedRocks
Really doubt it charges any phone, question the sales reps @ the store….

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