As some of you know, I write for three sites. Without mentioning one of the other sites by name, I am the Long Island Poetry reporter for one. I am showcasing various poets from both counties and highlighting poetry information and events. This is aposition I am honored to hold!
*Please hold your applause until the end of the article*
So yesterday I wrote a review of a fellow poet and friend’s reading this past week. I got ready to put a photo into the article andit keeps saying the photo is too big. So three times I shrink it down. If it got any smaller you could’ve sworn she was eating an ice cream cone instead of speaking into a microphone. Then after the last shrinkage, the site said the photo was the wrong format. Alas, it was a bmpand not a jpeg. At this point, I was a tad miffed. I look at the other picture I have and it IS a jpeg. So I try to upload that. File was too big. How is it too big? It’s not like it’s poster size. It took up less then a quarter of my screen, yet it was too big! Again, I shrink it down. Finally we hit pay dirt! It took the pictureand put up my article….or so I thought.
I go into my email account and there’s an email from the site saying the beta version of their publishing application is down and anything posted would not be in the live feed for 24 hours.My head hit the keyboard (no concussion, just a nasty headache and the letters A S D F G H J K L and the word DUH were printed on my forehead)! So I waited 24 hours and followed directions that the email stated I should wait. I logged in once and my article still wasn’t posted into the live feed. Some curse words followed. I open my email and there’s a message saying that the new beta version of their publishing application was up and running. I followed the link they gave me in the body of the email….
You’re supposed to sign in again right? So I typed my email address in and my password. Then my user name and my password. Then I was blocked from the site for a few minutes becauseapparently I tried to log in too many times with the wrong information. I logged in twice–or tried to. The yaks in Tibet knew to run and hide because Hurricane Sammy’s going to tear through in a second. I waited a few minutes. I followed the link again. Apparently I don’t have an account there now, as in, I don’t exist, they don’t know me–there’s no account allocated to my user name, email or password. Like an old fashioned locomotive, steam began to come out of my nose and ears. I heard a “woo woo” sound as expletives flew off the tip of my tongue in every language! I told the site to “Come Mierda!” (eat poop) with the hopes the sorry son of a mother of a goat would flush himself!
*Takes a deep breath*
I went back to my email and hit reply and told them what was going on and how I needed help. I doubt anyone at that site’s home office is in right now as it’s 1 am. On Facebook, I askedif anyone else was having problems with the site, to which no one has replied. I had to email the poet who I reviewed to tell her I am having problems with the site.
Updates in tomorrow’s news broadcast.
*You may applaud now*