Someday when all your "stuff" is on "the Cloud," and the only "stuff" you care about is not tangible but only intellectual property and data, don't come crying to me when "they" pull the plug and you are more destitute than someone who's just had a house-fire.
Do they sell Cloud Insurance?
All your books, bills, writing, music, photo-memories, etc. — gone. Likely you will have paid to have it there. And it's likely that the System won't have the resources to care or to act. It might be the System that de-Guttenbergs us all for reasons that should be, in 2011, quite obvious.
I want the cloud to be my surrogate hoarder so I can live like a Buddhist, but there's no way I'm trusting something that is made of vaporous water, server-farms (powered by coal/nuclear/etc.), and profits. I loathe to carry them, and I can't get far with 100 boxes of paper, but I like books.
My Depression-era ancestors, if they had perhaps been the gold-in-the-well / currency-in-the-mattress types, have me as progeny.
"And that's the way it is, blzzzzzz." — L.T.