I am coming at you live from a legitimate computer. I have commandeered The Management's laptop whilst I attempt to install the Almighty iCloud onto my dear buddy Gerard.
I fear The Cloud. Mostly because I'm still not quite sure what it is exactly, but also because I don't want to lose a whole quarter's worth of stuff. Also, I'm a little annoyed because Apple is forcing me to adopt the Cloud- if I don't update, I won't be able to do anything, basically. And I don't like being forced into doing things, even if I want to do them. The fact that I would be complying with The Man is enough to discourage me from taking any particular action.
Hold on. iTunes is telling me that the Cloud has decided to show mercy upon my technologically illiterate soul. It is restoring all of my apps and apparently has successfully backed up and updated Gerard. Wow.
Arthur Weasley said to "never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain". Luckily I know precisely where this baby's hard drive is located. I consider myself prepared if The Cloud attempts to turn on me.
I fear The Cloud. Mostly because I'm still not quite sure what it is exactly, but also because I don't want to lose a whole quarter's worth of stuff. Also, I'm a little annoyed because Apple is forcing me to adopt the Cloud- if I don't update, I won't be able to do anything, basically. And I don't like being forced into doing things, even if I want to do them. The fact that I would be complying with The Man is enough to discourage me from taking any particular action.
Hold on. iTunes is telling me that the Cloud has decided to show mercy upon my technologically illiterate soul. It is restoring all of my apps and apparently has successfully backed up and updated Gerard. Wow.
Arthur Weasley said to "never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain". Luckily I know precisely where this baby's hard drive is located. I consider myself prepared if The Cloud attempts to turn on me.
Trust The Cloud. Moreover Trust Mr. Jobs.
ReplyDeleteHaving said that, Trust No One.
All worked out well. Dear Mr. Jobs knew what he was doing. I trust him, but I do not trust myself to handle any new technological development his company comes out with. My mind is too small.
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