When the Cloud Rains Fire and Shit
Oh for fuck’s sake. So Amazon’s precious “cloud” just learned what every BOFH has known since the dawn of fucking time: that your “highly available, geographically redundant” infrastructure means precisely dick-all when some bellend with a drone and a grudge decides to turn your data center into a fucking barbecue.
Apparently, while you wankers were busy uploading cat videos and TPS reports to the “cloud” – which, reminder, is just someone else’s fucking computer in a warehouse in a desert – actual fucking missiles were raining down on AWS facilities in the Middle East. Turns out that redundant power supplies don’t mean shite when a drone strike turns your server racks into modern art.
AWS had to emergency failover traffic like a caffeinated sysadmin yanking cables at 3 AM, praying the DNS propagates before the PHB notices. And you just know some marketing wanker is already drafting a press release about “unexpected thermal events” and “dynamic infrastructure restructuring” instead of admitting that goddamn explosives turned their Tier III facility into a fucking crater.
This is why I keep telling you morons: if your data doesn’t exist in three physical locations you can personally drive to and scream at, it doesn’t fucking exist. But no, you had to trust Bezos’s flying warehouse of broken dreams. Now your Kubernetes cluster is shrapnel and your cryptocurrency wallet is scattered across the Sinai Peninsula.
Reminds me of the time I told a user their data was “military-grade secure.” I didn’t mention the military in question was the Salvation Army and the security was a padlock I bought at Poundland. At least when I destroy data, I do it with dignity and a large magnet, not a goddamn drone strike.
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