Wednesday, February 27, 2013
A Cloudy Morning
"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate that goddamn cloud."
The morning calm was shattered.
"That damn cloud. I was putting all my music on my tablet, and it all got deleted from the cloud!"
I'm not really sure what the 'cloud' is, but I know I don't like it. When I buy something, I want to possess it. Mark has been buying music and storing it on the cloud which is a nebulous creation of Amazon. The cloud isn't on Mark's computer, it isn't on his desk, it isn't even in the house. The cloud is out there somewhere, and if Mark were to ever cancel his cloud account he would lose everything on the cloud. Or if he were to accidentally hit delete, the cloud would turn into a storm... like it did this morning.
I have never used the cloud. I didn't even know what it looked like on a computer screen until Mark started doing his little crazy puppet dance around the bedroom.
"Stop screaming. You're scaring the dogs."
"I've lost every bit of music that I purchased. It's gone, it's just gone." he sobbed.
So I put on my glasses, sat down in front of Mark's computer, and clicked on the button that said "Restore Deleted Materiel"
Believe it or not, Mark was once in charge of the whole county court computer system. He used to be the person they went to when there was a problem. Most amazing, they liked him.