Tattletales

 Tonight I landed in *namaeless Stateside airport* and my coworker and I stopped for a bite to eat after the long day. 

While walking to select a table I passed a group of five exiting gentlemen who caught my eye. 

All reasonably fit. Muted browns/greys/dull colors. 

Slightly long-ish hair, forearm tats, and Oakleys. 

Either muted t-shirts or logos for obscure yet in-the-know brands.

Two with identical, front-worn "fanny-packs".

Come on, guys. I thought we sorted out "grey" a bit better... Because I called the group as soon as I walked in.

Fair disclosure, I have many similar tells too... 

Indistinguishable From Magic

 I had to spend far too much time the other day trying to explain to a college-educated professional that "the cloud" wasn't some magical, infinite digital universe.

That just because data "on the cloud" wasn't on *our* servers didn't mean it wasn't taking up memory on a physical computer elsewhere. 

And, that this is a finite resource that, sooner or later, they will want more money if we fill. 

The worst part is, they still don't fully grasp the concept.