Imagine a labyrinth so convoluted and complex that, although you traveled it every day, you could not find your way without a map. That is my computer.
When I snap pictures with my digital camera, (Easy) and connect it to my computer, (Easy) and upload the pictures, (Easy) I display them for editing or putting in my journal. (Impossible)
The first steps are simple. The computer does the uploading, but them hides them in the files so that when I try to find them to publish it takes so many steps that I sometimes give up. I have actually abandoned some photos because they are lost in the bowels of the gut bucket I call my computer.
Photobucket is the server I use to store the pictures I want to put in my journal. When I get logged and ask to upload pictures, it simply says "browse". Browse, indeed. Browsing used to mean casually searching the book shelves. Now browsing means gettting out a roadmap and following an obscure trail that leads not to a hidden treasure, but the snapshots you took this morning.
If I were smart, I would have that trail to my hidden trove of pictures printed and hanging on the wall beside the computer. But no. I try to remember the steps to find my snaps. When I do find them, I sigh and upload happily.
Strange...but sometimes when browse is punched in the computer serves up the pictures as quickly as a waiter who knows he is getting a ten dollar tip. But other times, he is a sullen bus-boy who drops your napkin on the floor and spills your drink in your lap.
If I could tip the computer, I would.