Skip to main content

The Cloud

As someone who lives on the outskirts of the technology sphere, I don't understand the big deal about working in the cloud. In fact, I think it's dangerous that things are moving towards this trend, something I liken to a "skynet" mentality.

For those who may not be aware, the term 'working in the cloud' loosely leaving the desktop behind and placing the majority, if not all, of the workload on the internet--the 'cloud'.

This hails from getting into the internet around the mid-nineties when "this page cannot be displayed" still dominated roughly a quarter of everyone's surfing experience. Granted, things must be doing better; I can't remember the last time I saw a broken page or 404 error that wasn't quickly rectified. We're living in a better internet era than what we had ten years ago, but it's still prone to errors. That's right, yahoo, I'm looking at you.

Here's what scares me.
Imagine someone under the descending blade of a deadline goes to retrieve their 2MB file from Google Docs for some last minute editing--and the 404 error comes up.
Sometimes it only takes a refresh to straighten things out--but that's not the case here. Eventually the user is redirected to a smarmy page that explains its all Google's fault, not yours and of course they're working to fix the problem as soon as possible.

This might not seem so frightening to some of the more financial secure of you out there. If you use a system like this to pay even some of your bills, it can be horrifying.

Then again, maybe I'm just a control freak.
Either way, if my programs are going to fail, I'd rather they failed because of something I did, rather than something completely outside of my control. This is why I like my documents and my important data on my hard drive, or my external hard drive, or in my possession at all times.

I think the cloud mentality is too dangerous because it essentially places control of important information in other error-prone human being who may be miles smarter than the rest of us, but they make mistakes just like the rest of us, too.

Something to keep in mind the next time you think Google Docs is a blessing, since they don't charge you...;)


Popular posts from this blog

The Long Road Home

I will end you tonight. No, wait. That's not where the story starts. The story starts two and a half years before this, when Michelle (referred to as Michelle for legal reasons because SATAN was too heavily trademarked) reached out to me by Facebook. She mentioned that we played the same Facebook game and she wanted to say hi. I had never, in fact, even heard of the Facebook game. But I was freshly broken out of a relationship and she was pretty with a good body so I said "Hurr, okay." Conversation ensues. She tells me we came up in the same place. We did not come up in the same place. We spent one night in San Francisco talking. But I really wanted to sleep with her. So, "Hurr, okay." Fast forward a few months. I've left Missouri for the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I've settled into the ass end of Lynnwood, a suburb of Seattle. The apartment was so bad that the landlord wrote the mold on the wall off as "crayon coloring

America: A True Story About Hatred and Unity

I wanted fast food tonight. That was all. I found myself at Burger King to pick up my wife's order. I was a few cars deep when I spotted the Confederate flag. I surreptitiously snapped a few photos. This was going to be a very different story. When I pull out of Burger King, it turns out there's more than one. In fact, there are four trucks, each flying variations of the flag. I have to go around the front of them to avoid an accident. They're parked right in the middle of the road. As I drive around them, each person in the vehicle makes it a point to ensure I see them. I do. They see me too. When I get to McDonald's (which is in the same lot), I learn that they're not taking debit cards at the moment. Terrific. I wanted chicken nuggets and instead, I get a run-in with the new Confederacy. So I make my way back to Burger King, again appearing in full view of the trucks. I place my order, get it, pay, and pull out. Then one of the

Wave Rocketbook Reviewed

I love writing by hand, and I love notebooks. I'll often devote entire budgets to them and when Officemax has one of their twenty-five cent sales, I'll buy them out. I often draft by hand, finding that the scene comes together more purely when it flows from a pen rather than a keyboard. So when DailyDot advertised a durable new type of notebook that you could use over and over again for the cheap price of twenty-five (thirty after shipping) US Dollars? I'm down. The Wave Rocketbook is meant to be elegant in its design and simple in its execution. The instructions come on the bag itself, and only the pen and notebook are included. The pen feels like any other, so you have to be careful not to mix it into your collection or you will end up marking your notebook with the wrong pen (like I did). The ink is erasable, which is a bonus. A place to put the pen would've been nice, but it clips easily, if not securely, into the ringed binding. The paper is thick and