frustration

I need help.

All of the "paintings" I've done on my iPhone

 using my Pollock app are stored on iPhoto on my Mac.

For that matter, so are all of my photos.

Many of them are already put together as slideshows.

I'd like to upload download overload those slideshows,

preferably onto the sidebar of my blog.

I know it must be at least as simple as I am. 

I am not technologically gifted.

Hell, I'm not even technologically interested.

But I do loves my blog, your blog, all of our arty blogs.

If any of you can email assistance, boy do I need some.

I am lost in space.

Frankly, I'd rather be painting. 

  

message in a bottle

I'm the last person to understand any of this, so I'm asking this question to anyone who reads this and has ANY information. Yesterday, Blogger appears to have crashed. Unfortunately, the crash took all of last week's samartdog blog with it. As you can see here, the last post that's showing is from May 5th.

I spent several hours (grrrrr) talking to the Great God Google. You know... the one who has no human representative, i.e., no one to talk to. All I could find online was a repeated "We're sorry, but this Blogger service is unavailable", or some such malarkey. Really? You're SORRY??? There was also some no-doubt relevant talk about how this is a Google-wide problem, meaning that it is not just me. Why does that not make me feel any better? Anyway, I did due diligence, filled in the comment box, including the UFO secret code, and sent it off into the blowzone. Someone named (I am not making this up) "ioana.dunea" sent back an email wherein she(?) repeated said secret code OUT LOUD but failed to include any rhyme or reason. Or help.

I am not a patient person. I also have not a shred of tech in me. I am a whale on the beach. The beach is on the infamous Desert Island. I hope you all continue to swim in smooth seas and that one of you can throw me a life line.

HALP!

P.S. I suppose I should be grateful that this post is successfully published. Ironically, the last lost one was titled, "lost dog". Do you think this has anything to do with that Akashic stuff?

help

Sometimes, help comes when you need it.

Or more likely, when you need help,

you knows it when you sees it.

Our species typically expects it to fall out of the sky.

One way or the other, it often does.

We were already pretty sure that slurry bombers are heros.

Now we think they're miracle workers.

This rain didn't stop the fire, but I'm sure it slowed it down.

It washed the air and gave everyone a break.

It felt so good.

under the snow

Knowing that this is under the snow helps.

all I want for Christmas...

All I want is for some (any) Christmas elf to tell me how to blog. Specifically, how to post pictures and/or any other media. And actually a lot of other stuff, too. Like, what's a link and why? Kudos to Blogger for making this as user-friendly as it is, but I'm not a friendly user, so nothing is obvious to me. I have sweat, bled and cried, all to no avail. I've managed to make this blog LOOK like someone here knows what they're doing, but I have no one to ask for advice. I doubt that anyone actually reads this, but if you do and you are out there reading this, Santa, please send help. Any help. Hell, if nothing else, just tell me where to go to get help. Otherwise, I'm going back to the studio to make great paintings that none of you will ever see. Also known as, shooting myself in the foot.