There is huge scope required when building video games. They are not just computer programs; they’re audio-visual artistic works. It’s a collaborative effort between software engineers, animators, scriptwriters, graphic designers, photographers and sound engineers. Working with these collaborators and assets leads to a different software pipeline than the average software project.

This article discusses the background, impact, identification, and mitigation of Log4Shell, one of the worst vulnerabilities to arise in the past decade. Here at Cloudsmith, security and privacy are paramount. As a hosted package management service helping customers distribute millions of packages worldwide, we're part of the story for securing software supply chains. Read on further to see how the vulnerability works and what you can protect yourself and your users.

Another amazing year in the books! And even though we’ve done the ‘By the Numbers’ series for a few years now, this year’s numbers are the best (and biggest) yet. But even better than that? The people behind the numbers. Carrying on the growth we saw in 2020, the most important number to highlight this year is the massive increase in awesome Cloudsmithers we added to the team!

When planning our 2021 roadmap this time last year, one of the most prominent themes was security. Although we’re not solely in the security category, as a fully managed service in the heart of our customers’ software supply chains, it was always paramount for what we do and still is. Ensuring the integrity and privacy of customer data is our top priority.

Cloudsmith is happy to announce an integration with Datadog to help our customers monitor their Cloudsmith account. Datadog is an observability service for cloud-scale apps, providing monitoring of servers, databases, tools, and services through a SaaS based data analytics platform. At Cloudsmith we are big fans of Datadog and use it to monitor and visualize how our system is performing across a range of services and tools.

Deep in the woods, where trees are black and the air is thick, steam rises wistfully across the damp ground. A single dirt track, barely wide enough to pass, scars the terrain for what seems like an endless number of miles. It winds its way through the mountains and valleys, across a rickety bridge over a cavernous ravine, before plunging back into darkness, the trees bending over as if to grasp those passing through. Finally, in a small clearing, a lonely decrepit wooden cabin reveals itself.