Ask Slashdot: How To Secure My Life-In-A-Briefcase?

An anonymous reader writes "I used to travel with a book and some clothes in a backpack, and now my entire life fits into my briefcase. I have a laptop, a tablet, and a cell phone with access to all of my documents through Dropbox, and all the books I own are on my kindle. Aside from having about four grand in electronics, the bag has everything of value that I own. If that bag is stolen while I'm traveling, it will be more trouble than if my apartment burns down (while I'm not in it). What can I do to secure my life-in-a-briefcase?"

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karma's top five solutions

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5. Train a bloodhound to track the scent of your briefcase and keep him as your faithful companion. It helps I find if you fill the case with at least a pound of cocaine. Sniffer dogs can find that stuff in anything. Under water. In coffee cans. Up strange people's anus's... so put about a pound of cocaine in the brief case and your personal bloodhound should be able to find your case just about anywhere. Alternatively, you can put a brick of uranium in it and get a geiger counter. I suggest the only because he's adorable... YES YOU ARE... aren't you adorable?! Huggles!... and cocaine.

4. Hollow out your chest cavity to make a little compartment where you can store your brief case. After all, how many lungs do you really need?

3. Insure the case for ONE MILLION DOLLARS!

2. Hire a ninja guardian to shadow your every movement with orders to secure the case and turn anyone that would threaten it into sashimi... it's like sushi only sans rice... and if you're attacked by a tuna... delicious!

1. Back up your work, asshat. Seriously. Get mozy or whatever offsite back up system floats your intercity bus and back it all up. As to credit cards etc, see option 4. As to your ifad and other assorted gadgety bloat... it's all money in the end. Who actually has data on their ifad they care about? I mean, you've got some emails which are also on your gmail account or whatever so it's not a big deal. And everything else is just app bloat that you can download while trying to avoid getting a brain aneurism on the john. As to recovering your underwear, see option 3.

And cue the music.