Just this side of never. At least in the hotels where I worked, and they were "luxury" hotels.

Ah. I suspected that was the answer. Yuck.

MAN google's new satellite imaging maps are like THE COOLEST THING EVER.

Indeed. My house is clear as can be. Lucky for me they show the pinpoint as 2 houses away from mine though. My stalkers will be visiting the neighbors.

Do you not use Westlaw, Jesse?

I am not a law-type person, just a student-type person.

That google satellite thing is awesome.

And Perkins' pimp cup would say I SUCK (though most people would take it the wrong way, *I* would know the truth).

Steph's mother WAS a pimp cup.

::snerk:: My stepdad owns a pimp cup. For real. It makes me laugh.

Dawn, me too, as did my mother before me. One of my memories of going on vacations with my parents, was my mother entering a hotel room, taking the spread off the bed, putting it on a chair, telling me to stay away from it. Also? She usually packed Lysol.

She usually packed Lysol

Ohhh my mom did too! hee

Google maps thing is freaking me out. I can see my kitchen.

Except that the pictures are old. There are empty lots where there are now buildings and buildings where there are now empty lots.

I guess I feel the same way about hotel bedspreads as I do about public toilets: they probably aren't terribly clean, but nobody's ever gotten sick just by sitting on one. (And if you were the one person who did, please don't tell me, 'kay?)

But my germ paranoia is a little different than most people's. I don't worry so much about the germs antibacterial products will kill; I worry about the growing number of ones that are impervious to them, and will therefore mutate and take over the world and kill everything, except cockroaches and maybe Cher.

Google maps thing is freaking me out. I can see my kitchen.

Huh. My city is merely the grid/map, not satellite photos. Which I think I'm cool with.

I wonder if the Puppy Channel is by the guy profiled on TAL who was trying to get one started.

Emmett's nose cast is sitting on my computer. Emmett is in school. He is clear to play baseball by next Monday (though I'll insist he only play catcher with face-mask, and outfield - where few kids can hit it in the air - for the first game.)

Airplane sex, eh? Never did that. Never could even figure out how you did that despite it being chronicled in Xaviera Goes Wild - The Happy Hooker Goes Around The World In Eighty Ways. I guess I can see the bathroom upright approach, but those bathrooms are teeny.