Despair in Green River

Blogging just doesn't get any easier I tells ya. After 10+ hours driving through Nevada and Utah along the "loneliest highway in the world" (Route 50), where a breathing soul was as hard to come by as a bar of service, I cozy up to a Motel 6 in Green River, UT. Or am I in Colorado? I have no idea. And, lucky me, the hotel doesn't have wifi; "assuming" makes an ass out of myself and I. No internet. I like to refer to this phenomenon as "nontrenet." It's like a different kind of internet--that doesn't work. I—again, way ahead of my time—thought that wifi in a motel was standard operating procedure like, you know, a bed.

So now, if I am to blog, I have to rely on my—lucky me—iPhone's lone, singular bar of service (remember when AT&T was Cingular?). To do so, I must type these glorious thoughts on my laptop—because I'd still like to meet the person who can type on an iPhone without raising his blood pressure—and then somehow get it to my beloved iPhone, then upload the text to Blogger, then send a photo separately to Blogger (Blogger doesn't allow entire posts to be attached to photos from a mobile device because Blogger is owned by that limited and relatively unknown company called Google), then merge the two on my mobile browser which is entirely dependent upon that single bar of service which is entirely undependable. Yay! Maybe someday I can tell my grandkids about the days when blogging was THE HARDEST THING IN THE WORLD TO DO. Or is it all in my head. After all, others don't seem to have a problem. Then again, find me a blogger located in Green River, UT. Or is it Colorado. Good god where am I.

Sincerely,
Despair in Green River

p.s. I forgot to mention that in order to get this ridiculous post off my computer on to my iPhone that I had to paste it as an event in my calendar when I sunk it (sunk is way better than synced) because I have no freakin idea how to do it otherwise. My calendar now reads "September 1st: Blogging just doesn't get any easier I tells ya…" Is that irony? Or is that Alanis Morrisette irony?