Alarm Clock Phone

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Ok so I live in a dorm and have a lofted bed. I use an extension cord to put my alarm clock on my bed which is high up because I can’t turn it off if i have to get down from my bed and I don’t want to bother my roommates. I sometimes plug my phone charger in the
Same extension cord ad it gets really hot! I took it out though. I notice my alarm clock gets a little warm too. Is this safe if the alarm clock is sitting on my bed with an extension cord? I can try getting batteries for it.

I have been researching CNET and looking at online stores but I am not really able to find an alarm clock or just speaker system options that will work well with my iPhone. Below are the features I am looking for in order of importance.

- charges my iPhone
- Doesn’t require the phone to go into airplane mode
- Doesn’t have interference beeps or feedback
- Runs on batteries and can be taken to beach, park, etc
- not too big on my nightstand
- Batteries are rechargeable
- Clock included
- alarm clock included
- alarm clock that lets you wake up to iphone music
- alarm clock with big clear numbers
- iphone nestles in front of speakers instead of sitting on top
- good sound
- price
- good base
- has an aux or audio in mode
- radio
- multiple alarms

Thanks in advance to anyone who could recomend some good speaker/alarm clock systems

-dan

i am having difficulty converting watts to kilowatts and figuring out how much the items below are costing us per day and per year. all the info is listed below, would appreciate any help! thank you very very much!

A phantom load is when something is plugged in and still draws electricity even when the object is turned off.
Cell phone charger: 10 watts
Cordless phone transformer: 5w
Answering machine: 10 w
Fax transformer: 6 w
Cable box: 5 w
TV: 28 w
Wall clock: 4 w
Micro w clock: 8 w
Alarm clock: 4 w
Stereo: 8 w
These are per hour. So if they are plugged in every hour all day, how much energy are they sucking for not using anything?
We are charged $ .11 per Kw/hr (divide above by 1,000), how much are these costing us per day? Per year?

Rate from 1-10.. it’s about a caretaker who is terrorized throughout the night by unknown assailants at a client’s home.
Chapter 5- That makes two
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. Sitting up, the sound of light rain hitting my window calmed me. It was one of those days that anyone, especially me would like to sleep in. But no such luck. My brain whirred at the thought of keeping my phone on in case I got a call informing me of my first job. What would I do? What was there to do other than accept?
These thoughts blending in my mind, I jumped in the shower. The water was lukewarm and seemed to imitate the same sound at my window. Pitter patter. My bathroom was soon encased by steam as the water warmed up. Bubbles of soap surrounded me, seeming to imitate my every move.
Suddenly, thoughts of last night popped into my head. I tried to shake them, but they were still implanted into my mind like a file on a flash drive. The deer, the fog, and the unknown were my biggest fears at the moment. Steam starting to surround me, I imagined myself being enveloped by the thick fog. I could have sworn something moved beyond the steam, but I knew my imagination was playing its same tricks on me. Shrugging it off, I continued to wash my hair.
Bullets of sweat and shampoo crawled down my forehead and crept into my right eye. My eye throbbed, and I reached for a towel outside of the shower. All of a sudden, a hand grabbed me.
“Ahh!” I screamed, startled. I realized the hand was a paw. “Oh, Rex.”
Rex was always doing this. I shut off the running water, got out of the shower, and dried myself off. Soon, Rex left me to go into the family room. Of course he left. I was a mess ever since last night. That being said, I had every right to be. The animal blood hidden inside of my license plate holder was truly disturbing. The phone rang with a loud tone. Startled, I slipped on my clothes and walked towards it before answering it.
“Hello?” I called into the phone, my voice wobbly.
“Hi, Sarah,” came a male voice. “It’s Mr. Franks, from the interview.”
“Oh yes,” I quickly added, practically jumping with joy. “What can I do for you?”
“You can’t do anything for me, but you can help Ellen.”
“Ellen?”
“A young lady called in this morning and verified that her grandmother needed care for tonight into tomorrow morning,” Mr. Franks confirmed. “I think you are ready to handle this, but I need you to tell me if you are.”
Nervous, I paused. My mouth was stuck an o-shape and I had not even the stability to talk. Fidgeting with the phone cord, I tried to process what had just been said. My first job? Was he serious?
“Can you handle it?”
“I can,” I declared, with a tone of confidence. “I’m ready for it.”
“Ok then, I will give you the information and you will be on your way by 6.”
I gathered the information, went over some procedures, and finished up. Excited, my eyes glanced over towards the clock. 5:30 already. This would be a cakewalk.
Skimming the piece of paper on which I had just written the address and contact information on, I reviewed the address. Bramble Drive. Where have I heard that name before, I asked myself. Suddenly, flashbacks from driving down the country road seemed to cling to my eyes. I remember hitting the deer, and in the distance seeing a small sign saying “Bramble Drive”. Oh great.
I grabbed my coat, keys, and other belongings and headed out. The blood stains remained on the floor of the garage from last night. They glistened in the light and shone bright in my eye. A creepy sensation crawling down my spine, I shivered. My keys in the ignition, I backed up and began driving.
Along my route, the trees cast long, dark shadows on my car. The sky was a dark, tinted gray. An airplane zoomed above my car, tracing the sky with a white line. I flinched as a bird zoomed in front of my car, just missing the window.
There it was. The turn for Bramble Drive lye upon me in the grayness. Alert, I spotted the blood stains along the road past the exit to Bramble Drive. Was that my blood or the deer’s blood, I thought. Nervous at the thought, I shook it from my head and put my blinker signal on. Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on the passenger’s seat window. I gasped and gently cracked my window so that the man standing outside couldn’t get in.
“What do you want?” I asked, a little too grouchily.
“Directions,” the man said. He was wearing a baseball cap and a light windbreaker. “To Puckett Road.” That was strange. I lived on Puckett.
“It’s back that way,” I anxiously sputtered, pointing my finger to the direction opposite my car.
“Thanks,” he said, giving me an eerie smile. “See you soon.”
I breathed a sigh of relief when he journeyed back towards Puckett. Turning right onto Bramble, I thought about the smile he had given me and the words he had mumbled. See me soon? When exactly would he see me? He didn’t even know me. Oh well, I thought. It was just a friendly response.
Bramble Drive
Bramble Drive was a long stretch of dirt road, surrounded by trees and small ponds and rivers. There were a variety of flowers budding, surrounded by the spring like temperatures. The crack of thunder in the distance warned of a storm passing soon.
The house at the end of the drive was a classic red-brick cabin. There was smoke burning out of the chimney and the air smelled of pine. The windows each displayed candles. Today, the candles weren’t lit and the windows were cracked. The drapes danced like ominous shadows crossing the floor of an alleyway.
I got out of my car, took out the paper, and checked to verify that I had the right address. I did. There was an arrangement of wood numbers to the right of the door, and they agreed with the paper in my hands. 2504 Bramble Drive.
I walked up to the door and knocked. No answer. I knocked again, and I suddenly heard whispers and footsteps headed towards the doorway. The screen door draped over a face headed toward the door to let me in. T

Chapter 5- That makes two
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. Sitting up, the sound of light rain hitting my windshield calmed me. It was one of those days that anyone, especially me would like to sleep in. But no such luck. My brain whirred at the thought of keeping my phone on in case I got a call informing me of my first job. What would I do? What was there to do other than accept?
These thoughts blending in my mind, I jumped in the shower. The water was lukewarm and seemed to imitate the same sound at my window. Pitter patter. My bathroom was soon encased by steam as the water warmed up. Bubbles of soap surrounded me, seeming to imitate my every move.
Suddenly, thoughts of last night popped into my head. I tried to shake them, but they were still implanted into my mind like a flash drive. The deer, the fog, and the unknown were my biggest fears at the moment. Steam starting to surround me, I imagined myself being enveloped by the thick fog. I could have sworn something moved beyond the steam, but I knew my imagination was playing its same tricks on me. Shrugging it off, I continued to wash my hair.
Bullets of sweat and shampoo crawled down my forehead and crept into my right eye. My eye throbbed, and I reached for a towel outside of the shower. All of a sudden, a hand grabbed me.
“Ahh!” I screamed, startled. I realized the hand was a paw. “Oh, Rex.”
Rex was always doing this. I shut off the running water, got out of the shower, and dried myself off. Soon, Rex left me to go into the family room. Of course he left. I was a mess ever since last night. That being said, I had every right to be. The animal blood hidden inside of my license plate holder was truly disturbing. The phone rang with a loud tone. Startled, I slipped on my clothes and walked towards it before answering it.
“Hello?” I called into the phone, my voice wobbly.
“Hi, Sarah,” came a male voice. “It’s Mr. Franks, from the interview.”
“Oh yes,” I quickly added, practically jumping with joy. “What can I do for you?”
“You can’t do anything for me, but you can help Ellen.”
“Ellen?”
“A young lady called in this morning and verified that her grandmother needed care for tonight into tomorrow morning,” Mr. Franks confirmed. “I think you are ready to handle this, but I need you to tell me if you are.”
Nervous, I paused. My mouth was stuck an o-shape and I had not even the stability to talk. Fidgeting with the phone cord, I tried to process what had just been said. My first job? Was he serious?
“Can you handle it?”
“I can,” I declared, with a tone of confidence. “I’m ready for it.”
“Ok then, I will give you the information and you will be on your way by 6.”
I gathered the information, went over some procedures, and finished up. Excited, my eyes glanced over towards the clock. 5:30 already. This would be a cakewalk.
Skimming the piece of paper on which I had just written the address and contact information on, I reviewed the address. Bramble Drive. Where have I heard that name before, I asked myself. Suddenly, flashbacks from driving down the country road seemed to cling to my eyes. I remember hitting the deer, and in the distance seeing a small sign saying “Bramble Drive”. Oh great.
I grabbed my coat, keys, and other belongings and headed out. The blood stains remained on the floor of the garage from last night. They glistened in the light and shone bright in my eye. A creepy sensation crawling down my spine, I shivered. My keys in the ignition, I backed up and began driving.
Along my route, the trees cast long, dark shadows on my car. The sky was a dark, tinted gray. An airplane zoomed above my car, tracing the sky with a white line. I flinched as a bird zoomed in front of my car, just missing the window.
There it was. The turn for Bramble Drive lye upon me in the grayness. Alert, I spotted the blood stains along the road past the exit to Bramble Drive. Was that my blood or the deer’s blood, I thought. Nervous at the thought, I shook it from my head and put my blinker signal on. Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on the passenger’s seat window. I gasped and gently cracked my window so that the man standing outside couldn’t get in.
“What do you want?” I asked, a little too grouchily.
“Directions,” the man said. He was wearing a baseball cap and a light windbreaker. “To Puckett Road.” That was strange. I lived on Puckett.
“It’s back that way,” I anxiously sputtered, pointing my finger to the direction opposite my car.
“Thanks,” he said, giving me an eerie smile. “See you soon.”
I breathed a sigh of relief when he journeyed back towards Puckett. Turning right onto Bramble, I thought about the smile he had given me and the words he had mumbled. See me soon? When exactly would he see me? He didn’t even know me. Oh well, I thought. It was just a friendly response.

My room is semi big and only has 2 plugs. One next to the cable wire and on the other wall. My bed is between my closet and door and I use a long extension cord so I can charge my phone while sitting on my bed and my alarm clock. I would really like one behind my bed but how much would you think that would cost? My room is also behind my brothers room but there are no plugs on that wall in his room.

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There is no evidence that the radio waves emitted from cell phones cause cancer. But lets pretend they do.
All the studies have been on brain cancer since people hold cellphone to their heads when talking.
But myself and most other cell phone holders I know actually seem to have their phone turned on in their pockets all day, and hardly use it for calling people. So, could I be at a greater risk of developing cancer in my thighs?
Also, would it be safe to keep my cell phone turned on on my bedside table at night? Or near my pillow? (I like to use it as an alarm clock)

There are hardly any high tech devices in the house maybe tv or a record player in the living room and a phone, a stove and toaster in the kitchen, a wind up alarm clock in the bedroom. The cars had a two dial am radio and a heater, Our modern homes are littered with devices and I think we at our age appreciate those new luxuries when we get them but 30 yrs from now someone on yahoo will ask the question do you remember when we just had a vcr , a tv , a cordless phone, a answering machine , a microwave , a theater system, and how did we manage with just that

I got the new SIM card for my phone from Cingular and now my phone transmit’s or receives data every now and then cause I can hear the interference from my TV, alarm clock, amp, monitor etc.
I don’t want this constant radiation going off in my pocket all the time. I already turned off auto update of time but that didn’t work….is there anything else I can do to stop it?