Well, the title says it all, I guess. Now I’m a Junior Cloud Developer at Click Security. Okay, I made the title up, but I still wrote the program that pushes software updates to our devices in the field.
I still have many other projects, though. Not least of which is the One Move Chess app, which is ready to be released to my beta testers. I will do this in around two or three weeks.
One of my new projects is that the RScheme Emergency Web Hosting Team has turned into just the RScheme Web Hosting Team. From now on, RScheme is hosted by the Pillow Computing Consortium.
For LWT, I’m thinking of using BugZilla to better organize the team. I know it’s overkill, but whatever. Anyway, point is, I like it a lot, so I might start a hosted-BugZilla company. If you know anybody who might want that, let them know, and me know, and I might actually go through with it. 🙂
So, in other news, not much is happening.
Somewhere in a small town in Southern Colorado…
“A wedding?” I had a hard time believing my ears. After all, it had been a long day, six hours in the car and all, and maybe I wasn’t quite hearing her right.
“Yeah. It’s not where I would have my wedding.” Mom said, walking out from the Cow Palace. It was a nice hotel back in the day, maybe twenty years ago. Back when rich people had telephones in hotel rooms. Since then, Lamar, CO has probably been on the decline.
Thankfully it was a little cooler than it normally is at home - only 103 degrees according to the weatherman. The key was that it was dry, so we didn’t sweat as much. I still wiped some sweat off my forhead, and brought up the elephant in the room “So, where’s the kids?”
“I don’t know. I thought you had them.”
“Nope. I sent them to the room, to start bringing in bags.”
“What? No… I told Jason to go and get you.”
“I figured he meant that we should start loading bags.”
“Oh, no. They moved us, because of the wedding.”
I gave a wan smile, and walked out from the car. Mom continued “You go that way, I’ll go this way.”
“Alright.” I walked around the corner of the Cow Palace, and headed to the stairs that would ostensibly lead me to our room. I figured it would be the first place to check. Going up the stairs I couldn’t help but notice that some of the steps were cracked, or half missing. I didn’t step on those ones. At the top, there were two doors that one would see in a brand-new “supermarket” from the 70s: Aluminum frames, full length glass in the middle. I didn’t really bother to read all the signs on the inner one… But it was stuck, so I gave it a tug.
And it opened. It set of an alarm, of sorts. A shrieking two-tone noise blared out from a loudspeaker above me. My alarm-setting-off training kicked in at this point:
1) Survey your surroundings. I was on the second floor of a giant warehouse, with a pool and fauna in the middle, and hotel rooms on the two longest rooms. There was a wedding going on below me.
2) Enumerate your escape routes. Well, I was in a tunnel, with rooms on one side and a iron bar wall on the other. Each end had a door… The one on my side, and the one 200 feet away on the far end of the building.
3) Close the door. I pulled the door shut. Miraculously, the alarm stopped. I looked through the grate at the wedding below me, and mouthed my apologies. They pretended not to have noticed.
Seeing as no armed guards came rushing through either entrance, I put on my nonchalant face and walked to the room.
Except, you see, it wasn’t there. We had room 314. The upper floor was odd numbers, and the lower floor was even numbers. I walked down to the end of the hallway and, much to my delight, there were stairs going to the lower floor so I didn’t have to set off another alarm.
We did eventually find the kids. They were by the van, wondering where we were.
~~~ _This post dedicated to the newlyweds. My best wishes go to them._ ~~~