Here’s how Samsung made TouchWiz better on the Galaxy S6

Samsung promised a while back that it would pare down on its customization of Google’s Android—and it sort of delivered.

The new Galaxy S6 features the next iteration of Samsung’s TouchWiz UI—or TouchWiz Nature UX, or whatever it’s called nowadays. (I actually asked for clarification on the name of the overlay, and even Samsung couldn’t give me a straight answer.) It’s built on top of Android Lollipop and this time it’s been drastically scaled down, though Samsung still has a ways to go before it’s no longer guilty of Blue-ing up the Android interface.

A lot less bloatware

I remember when I first fired up the Galaxy S4 and noticed its crowded application drawer. There were all sorts of apps in there I never planned to use, courtesy of Samsung and the carriers. What’s worse: I couldn’t actually delete them from storage, so all that extra space was taken up by apps I never intended to use.

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Bad Paper: Chasing Debt from Wall Street to the Underworld (Audiobook)

Bad Paper: Chasing Debt from Wall Street to the Underworld (Audiobook)

Bad Paper: Chasing Debt from Wall Street to the Underworld [Audiobook] by Jake Halpern
English | October 14, 2014 | ISBN: 1629238813 | [email protected] kbps | 6 hrs 37 mins | 183 MB
Narrator: Qarie Marshall | Genre: Nonfiction/Economics

Jake Halpern introduces us to a former banking executive and a former armed robber who become partners and go in quest of “paper” – the uncollected debts that are sold off by banks for pennies on the dollar. As Halpern shows, the world of consumer debt collection is a wild and unregulated shadowland, where operators may misrepresent a debtor’s situation, make illegal threats, and even lay claim to debts that are not theirs to collect in the first place. Halpern follows his collectors as they intimidate competitors with weapons, manage high-pressure call centers, and scheme new ways to benefit from Americans’ debt-industrial complex. He also explores the history of collection agencies and reveals the human cost of a system that leaves hardworking Americans with little opportunity to retire their debts in a reasonable way.

✮✾✮ House of Many Pleasures Part IV ✮✾✮

Our Lady was in the bower, behind a large oak double door with silver handles. We knocked once and then knelt, not being allowed to look on our Lady until she commanded it. A short man answered the door with a snap, “Well, look at you two. I thought you’d never be back after last night.”

He clucked and opened the door for us to enter. We came in with our heads down, bent over like Asians greeting each other, only much more uncomfortable. Our Lady spoke in a deep and couth voice. “What have we here? Annie and Wicked? I’m glad to see that you haven’t been frightened away.”

I glanced over at Wicked, her scarred and scraped backside livid in the candlelight. She didn’t mind.

“Rise, girls, and tell me what it is you’d like to say.”

We both rose in unison. Our heads were still bobbed low and we kept our eyes toward her meticulous boots. “I want to apologize for crying,” I said. “I only hate to see you in anger.”

“Bygones will be bygones,” she said.

She rose and rapped her long switch against the table before her. “Mendel, get the lights.”

The short man raced around the room, extinguishing candles at an alarming pace. I began to shiver. There was no telling what our Lady would do in the dark.

“Girls, I have three hands of rope here. I’d like you tell me what I won’t do with it,” she whispered, very close to my ear now.

I hesitated. Wicked spoke, “Throw it out of the window?”

Our Lady laughed. “And?” she said.

“Lose it,” I said.

“I don’t expect to.”

“Ta–” Wicked was cut short with a muffled scream. I almost fell to the floor. I hated the in-the-dark games.

I felt a pair of chilly hands pulling apart my knees. I was scared to move; Our Lady tended to be violent when challenged. There was a brush between my thighs and a sharp pain as I felt the rope pulled up hard between my legs, cutting into the gap between my lips and pressing hard against my, now-swollen, clit.

“What am I not going to do with this rope, Annie?” the Lady asked.

I groaned instead of answering. She was almost lifting me from the floor.

“Let it go?” I finally asked.

She dropped it. “Of course I am. Get out.”

With a flicker, Mendel relit a few candles at the doorway and I could see Wicked rising. I didn’t know what had happened to her, but she looked okay now. We left in a rush.

“She’s in a bad mood,” she said to me in the hallway as we trotted away. “She shoved that thing into my pussy and her fingers into my mouth. I thought I was going to piss myself.”

I looked over at her, calm and looking sexy in the dim light of the hall. She had a red mouth that always looked delicious to me, like cherry popsicles or something. I reached out and touched it with my fingers. “Are you really alright? I mean, after last night?”

She nodded. Nothing fazed her.

We sought out a bedroom, just for us, down the long, dark hallway.