Fear is a terrible thing. My spouse fears owls. Everytime I click on one of my old platter-based hard drives, I fear the whurrrrrr-click-click-click-whurrrrr-click-click-click of a failed mechanism. My colleague has no fear of jumping out of an airplane with only the laws of physics and a bundle of ripstop nylon on his back, but if I ask him to sit next to a clown... Read More →







