It’s raining penguins!

The cloud is awesome. The cloud is great. But what happens when your amorphous relationship goes sour? How easy is it to exit? Is an exit even possible? Why would you even want to exit? Everyone else loves the cloud, how can everyone else possibly be wrong? (Argumentum ad populum)

So come with me and listen to the tales of woe and joy as we learn from one who has dropped from the sky and now has his feet back on terra firma.

Note: There may be cries of “Luddite” and sigils to ward off the unclean. Perhaps.

Also on the agenda: Can dogs cross medieval stepping stones? What is the value of “null”? If one hand falls in the forest, how many trees clap? <that’s enough; editor>