If you can see this, congrats, you’ve travelled with the blog to the new server.
The current lazy blue theme will change shortly, and there will be more forum<->blog integration as soon as I code up some (since the current state of the art in vBulletin-Wordpress integration is… uh… not good.
Discuss: I’m not sure why you’d need a thread to talk about a server move, but here you go
Starting with this posts, comments on blog stories are being moved to a new system.
Which system, you might ask?
I’ve added some tchotchkes to the blog, feel free to hammer and bitch:
* Yes, ads. I’m fairly aggressively experimenting with them (especially in RSS feeds, where most of you read this site from) because the site is beginning to overflow its traffic (admittedly, this month only to the tune of $2 or so on a $20 hosting plan) and it should probably have plans in place to pay for itself. And no, I don’t really care if Chinese WoW gold ads show up. I assume you’re smart enough to, you know, not click on them, and the thought of them paying me money is rather ironic.
* WYSWYG comment editor, comment quoting (which kind of breaks the WYSWYG comment editor, but oh well), and – I *think* since I can’t test it – comment editing (for the first hour after you post).
* A privacy policy. Some ad networks require certain legalese, and it merely restates that yes, the web server uses cookies like 99% of the web and no, I’m not going to sell your email addresses to Chinese gold farmers.
* Spiffy new formatting if you view the site on your iPhone. Check it out if you’re iEnlightnened, it’s very iShiny.
* Facebook Like button, inspired by seeing Raph Koster tweet about adding it to his site and thinking “Oh, cool.” Note to Raph: please don’t tweet about jumping off cliffs.
For those of you waiting for your weekly dose of MMORPG.com postings from yours truly, I’ve quit doing them thanks to lack of time and, over the past six months or so, having written about everything. So future meanderings will appear, you know, here. This blog. That I update. Sometimes. Maybe. Also Twitter, when I remember. I was dared to make a tweet about a scatological reference I made to a certain monument being entirely appropriate for New Jersey. But I didn’t. Because I’m a big chicken.
I’m not going to be at GDC this year, because, well, I haven’t been to GDC for years now. Why mess with success?
I am going to be at SXSW, though, where I am giving a talk on social gaming with Wagner James Au. Be there or be, well, not there.
(If you have any cool SXSW parties that don’t have a trendiness requirement, let me know, that’d be spiffy!)
As most of you have no doubt noticed, my yen for long-form blogging has ebbed of late. It will probably come back at some point – until then I recommend two coping mechanisms:
* Adding me to your RSS reader so it’ll politely notify you at some point in the future when I decide to blather at length
* I’ve recently been posting to Twitter, because 140 characters is about my speed lately.
Among other various email addresses I’ve collected over the years, I was one of the first to sign up for Gmail, so I actually snagged my name – sjennings.
This has not been terribly useful to me.
Why? Because, apparently, everyone who shares my first initial and last name thinks it’s their Gmail address. Thus, at any given point, I can pop this email account open and read job offers, requests for insurance seminars, Facebook status updates, and notes from their husbands that they are working late this evening.
I am apparently the Gmail vector for everyone s and jennings.
So Shaun, Suzie, Steve, Sara, Shane, Shay, Sue, Sheila? Would it be too much to actually figure out which email address you have before giving it out to people? Sheila, I’m glad you’re getting married but I don’t really want to see pictures of your dress or the approximately 500 bridal magazines you’ve signed up for. Stephen, I’m pretty sure buying her chocolate isn’t going to help. Shakira, did you really need to sign up for InterRacialDating.com using the wrong email address? And Steve, all the newsletters for ammunition are kind of creeping me out here. Plus, your wife Ellen wants you to know the meeting with the therapist is at 4:00 PM. You should probably go.
I’m pretty sure that checking this email account every so often makes me a bad person.