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Would y’all leave a laptop in a hotel room? I was going to take this one, but I can’t carry it around with me all day and Uncle B thought that was worrying.

Now I’m worried.

It’s an ancient ThinkPad — that’s not the problem. But I’ve set my browser to remember all my passwords ‘n’ shit. If it went, I could be cleaned out.

Will the room or the front office have a safe?

I don’t know, glenster. It’s a three-star hotel…but we stayed in the Ibis next to Heathrow once — the Ibis has a good rep — and it was a real pit. I stole the tea spoon just to get my money’s worth.

Uncle B just told me he’s STILL shocked I did that…

Well, if it’s a “chain” hotel, I would think that you can hand it to the concierge to put in the safe, if there isn’t a safe in the room. That’s what I did in Munich, and didn’t have any trouble…

My wife also “collects” items from our hotel rooms – man, those TVs are heavy! 🙂

It’s true. I married a thief!

It’s one of my favorite spoons. And that’s saying something, as I have a bit of a spoon fetish.

Weasels should stick together. Where I live, it is definitely “down” to London.

It’s not thieving if you paid a fair price and didn’t get value for money.

As the leader of New Labour, isn’t the PM automatically the head of all of the labour unions? 😉

Wrinkled Weasel! I’m honored.

Weasels should stick together. But we probably wouldn’t if we washed more often.

I’m not touching that with a 10-meter cattle prod….

I ain’t saying where a lot of my hand towels came from.

Lipstick – you stay in hotels that provide towels!?

Wow!

I’m always nervous about leaving a laptop in a hotel room. I try to take it with me when the maid has to come, and leave a “do not disturb” sign (which probably says something else in England, I bet) out when I leave the computer there.

Hope no thievin’ hotel employees who don’t mind disturbing people in flagrante read your blog.

When I went to London a few years ago, I had no problem leaving a (then) high-end laptp in the room–and I stayed it two different hotels, one low-end and one high-end. No problems either place, although I got drunker at the high-end place.

I usually conceal both the laptop and the bag (so that the maid or whoever else comes in won’t know that there’s a laptop to look for)…I often end up leaving the laptop in the hotel room when I travel. Hasn’t been stolen yet. I probably should be more paranoid about it, though.

Oh, if I have a car and it’s not too hot, I’ll sometimes leave the laptop in the trunk boot.

Do you have a security cable for the laptop? Some of the older models weren’t built for them, but of late, these are fairly standard these days.

But then, you need something substantial to loop the cable around; got a boat anchor to lug around? And then you need to hope that any hypothetical thief left their heavy cutters at home.

The price for the linked item seems high for this, but I haven’t been in England since Regan’s first term.

Lipstick – you stay in hotels that provide towels!?

I even swiped some from a hotel I didn’t stay in. But I had paid $300 for a non-refundable reservation, but then plans changed. I had time to go to the hotel to have a glass of wine on the terrace, went to the ladies room and they had the most wonderful towels! So I sort of had paid for them already.

…the Ibis has a good rep…

Ahhh, The Ibis…the Motel 6 of Europe

Lost a pair of pants there once…

Ok, for the laptop: you just keep it in under your dirty laundry, piled in your open suitcase. Skid-marked undies on top are a plus. Your laptop will be safer than if a Rottweiler were in the room.

For small valuables, I have a fake aerosol can “safe”…have you seen these? They look like regular deordorant cans, but are hollow inside for small valuables. The one I picked was for some jock-itch spray. What hotel toilet-scrubbing thief is going to check your jock-itch spray can for the wifes wedding ring?

Secondly: The test pattern graphic looks kinda neat…is there some hidden art-tard thing about it? Whats with the Indian head?

And get your passwords encrypted, fer gods sake!

As the wife of a guy in the hotel business, I’m pretending I didn’t read any of this…

heh. (we can say that here, right?)

Have a good time in London, ya hear. And who would trust a weasel? Because we all know that all that weasels do is party all the time. You might invite the riff-raff from the local village…ya know, the blue haired ladies and the vicar.

As for me, I’m nearly done with my notes for this novel I’m creating. It should be good. I can only hope that my writing skill gives the subject it’s due.

Weasels are apparently drawn to tunnels. Too bad the unions may thwart your efforts and close them for a while. It’s still better than when the trash collectors went on strike in Philly when I was there. Neighborhoods banded together to designate empty lots as “certified” dumps, but things got way out of hand. The mafia influence eventually gave them everything they wanted but they took their time cleaning up.

Gromulin, that was the actual TV test pattern in the 1950s in the States, as far as I know. I wasn’t alive then, OF COURSE. I’ve always wondered about the Indian myself.

Meanwhile, GOOD LORD!

Michelle’s in town. Why do I have to pretend this woman is the most chic first lady EVARRR? She dresses like a Winnebago’s kitchen curtain.

Ha! Drudge has it now. I don’t suppose he reads sweasel.com 😛

Wow. She does dress like a Winnebago’s kitchen curtain.

That’s the new “in” thing now. Soon you’ll see the streets covered in the brand new style…”Cur-Tin” by some pretentious gay fashion designer.

wease….you and I must be out of touch with fashion! The press is slobbering about how fantastic she looks and I thought to myself that I had the sense to quit wearing shit like that when I was 6! When I read the comment about how she wore a patterned belt to accentuate her small waist I thought “that would be a good idea if her ass wasn’t so big.”

Had a professor who dressed in what could only be described as sofa covers. Thought she was clueless back then (Sartor Resartus, indeed!); now I realize she was prescient.

BTW: notice how, while we are gasping at the Winnebago curtains, we’re not noticing Michelle’s ass. That’s fashion spin.

The owners of clown supply stores everywhere just let go a collective boo-ya!

Stoatie – Not to mention that she appears to have some signifigant thunderthighs in that pic……

The angle is wrong to judge the Badonkadonk quotient of her butt.

Too much Kobe beef at the White House, not enough time on the stairmaster.

She’s not as funny as Carol Burnett, but she would have fit right in on her show.

@Gromulin
Here you go: Indian head monoscope

Hey, Scube, the kittehs look like they’re getting curious and friendly. Excellent. Charlotte was older’n them, and making friends with her was the hardest part.

I haven’t downloaded my mail before the trip, so I answer here. Hoo-pah!

[Split to avoid filter.]

Hey Weas, now that you’re in the U.K., you may want to trade that pattern for one of these.

@ Old Grouch….very cool info. These intertubes are a wondermous thing.

I will now resist wondering what the “Indian” head would have looked like on the BBC test pattern…

Her figure resembles a bowling pin.

The Dude would approve.

Stoatie, they are coming along nicely. ‘Tude even let me pick her up and pet her for a while today. One of the sisters has a bald spot though, so I might need to take her to a ver to rule out any problems.

Yeah, that picture (and the adoring article about it in the…Daily Mail, I think it was) made me cringe. On the one hand, I’m really glad the girls at Go Fug Yourself (a blog that mocks celebrities’ outfits) avoid politics, but on the other, I would LOVE to read what they have to say about Michelle’s outfits.

Honestly, she isn’t THAT unattractive. She just chooses the worst possible outfits for her figure, and she has a terrible case of bitchface. If she would realize that she’s pear-shaped, smile more, and fix the teeth and eyebrows per Weasel’s earlier recommendation, she’d be perfectly fine.

On the hotel topic, I have a friend who really, really irritates me with her behavior in hotels. She never tips the maid and she makes big messes. One time, she was picking at a scab or something and started bleeding. She got blood all over the hand towel, and didn’t rinse it out until I suggested that it might be nice for the maid if she rinsed that out and asked her how she would feel if she had to clean up strangers’ blood (especially in this day & age). Another time, she got melted chocolate all over the sheets (long story) and didn’t try to clean the sheets or even tell the manager so that the hotel could get them cleaned right away. ARGH.

I used to think leaving unopened food in the mini fridge was a kind thing to do. You know, so the maid could take it home to her starving orphaned siblings. A few months ago, we were charged $12 by the hotel for doing it. A good deed never goes unpunished.

Ok, we now have references to skid marks and scab picking in one comment thread. Better get a new post up before it gets ugly.

Skidmarks and picked scabs and dark melted chocolates,
Injunhead test cards and pear-shaped First Bitch-Twats,
Kittehs dodge gassing to play with some strings–
These are a few of my favorite things!

/too late, Grom

SIX POUNDS AN HOUR for broadband in my hotel room. Duck fat. I’m sitting in a bar in London getting a little free access. Not willing to input my password to make a proper post, though.

I was just sitting out on the terrace watching the planes go down the Thames. Very nice.

Hahahaha…and the machine crashed when I was just surfin’. I had to get a nice young man in a penguin suit to reset it for me. What is it? I’m glad you asked. Let me look. Why, it’s a Macintosh!

But that cannot be!

10 dollars an hour for the Internet! That is exactly the reason no one uses the room telephones. Your hotel must rely on business travelers.

three of us four kids live in major metropolitan areas. When my folks come to visit, they stay at hotels. Hello…big cities, business travellers. He takes great delight in bitching that the hotel charges for internet and that he won’t pay for it. So I gotta call in the geeksquad to unlock my system so he can bring his Mac over to my place to use my wireless for free. I wouldn’t bitch so much if he wasn’t a multi-millionaire and staying at the premiere hotels in their best suites. I keep reminding the folks that I will help in choosing their nursing home.

That amazes me, armybrat. All the hotels I’ve stayed at in the States — and I stay in some very crap hotels indeed! — have free wifi. I used to pinch it from the hotel next door when I was a cubicle rat.

When I’m visiting the folks in Nashville, I get my free wifi at the Krystal burger.

MWG’s most expensive hotel charges for internet. They are required to by the franchise. Go figure. Highest end hotel you can get, full service and all, and they charge – because the franchisor gets a fee on every damn thing.

On the hotel topic, I have a friend who really, really irritates me with her behavior in hotels. She never tips the maid and she makes big messes. One time, she was picking at a scab or something and started bleeding. She got blood all over the hand towel, and didn’t rinse it out until I suggested that it might be nice for the maid if she rinsed that out and asked her how she would feel if she had to clean up strangers’ blood (especially in this day & age). Another time, she got melted chocolate all over the sheets (long story) and didn’t try to clean the sheets or even tell the manager so that the hotel could get them cleaned right away. ARGH.

Staying in a hotel is a chance for those of us who have never had live-in servants to experience life as we believe those who do have servants experience it. That can go to peoples’ heads. . .(my personal conclusion, based on that experience, is that I would HATE having live-in help, but who knows.)

Weasel and assembled throng:

..I was roped in to this by the glimpse of one of the nostalgic icons from my childhood. Being probably decades older than most here, I can tell you I spent many a morning from 0500 on waiting in front of the old Dumont watching these, wilting Cheerios in a bowl of tepid milk, in anticipation of Romper Room or the Howdy Doody show.

It was sort of our version of the 404 message (when internet surfing) except we only had three or four channels.

On a marginally questionable tangential subject, I want to send out a heartfelt shout out to Mrs Peel for the reference to the “Go Fug Yourself” blog if only for the reference to a cache of truly tragic pictures of cluelessly clad women. At the behest of my child bride, I had been sampling male enhancement pharmaceuticals, would awake in the night with a fully engorged member, and found it impossible to relieve myself (of the contents of my bladder) without splattering the ceiling. I had a picture of Janeane Garofalo, greasy hair, sallow, pock-marked complexion, tattoos, 50s spectacles, and all to “level the playing field” as it were — but that had become badly worn and unserviceable.

Now I have a fresh supply of new material and can finally follow the directive posted over some urinals in the states:

“We aim to please..you aim too, please!”