Hey, You Can Comment Again

Yes, The Switch has happened. It should be largely unnoticable, give or take a broken link or two, which we’ll deal with when we find them. I’ll have more to say about it later. But in the meantime: Look! You can comment again! Use your power responsibly.

39 Comments on “Hey, You Can Comment Again”

  1. *blinks* wow, so this is what the other side looks like. I thought there would at least be spotlights… an all-harp orchestra… a can-can dancer or two…

  2. It may just be because it is currently late at night, but when I clicked on the link to come to the comments section, it appeared immediately. In recent times there has often been a delay of several seconds before the comments section appeared. There is a very noticeable difference in performance at this time.

    However, the button below this dialog box to allow a preview of one’s deathless prose before it is submitted seems to be missing. I would not expect that to be related to the server change. Did you install a version change of WordPress at the same time?

    With best wishes,
    – Tom –

  3. -et-:

    When the folks at WordPress ported over the site, they also stripped out the widgets that are not compatible with their site, for various reasons. The “preview” widget was apparently one of them. I’ll look around later to see if there’s a similar approved widget.

  4. AGH! Ickfeckshite. John, can you use your ScalzSkillz(tm) to get the frak rid of the SnapShots auto-link-preview hideousness that blights this page? It offers no useful information, whilst sprawling all over that which we’re trying to read.

    It is hateful, and smells of wee.

  5. Kim Werker – Vancouver, BC – I'm a writer, editor, maker and community builder. My latest book is Make It Mighty Ugly; it's a handbook for vanquishing creative demons, and it's available at bookstores everywhere. I live in Vancouver, Canada, with a small human, a full-size human, and a mutt.
    Kim

    Hey, welcome to your new digs. I hope you enjoy the swank new backend.

  6. ytimynona – FLORIDA – I'm a big wannabe. Wannabe a truck driver, PotUS, scientist, writer, and teacher. Well, I already am a teacher. :-)
    Anny Mouse

    Oooh, a shiny new share button… now I can spread the wonderfulness of Whatever with my family without the long process of copy-pasting to Facebook… I think.

  7. I feel sad about the limited plugins, but then again, this new place is very fast and sweet, and easier than managing a dedicated server(s).

  8. Glad the change over went well, I would hate to not be able to get on one of the few interesting sites work hasn’t banned.

  9. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, the real one.

    Smooth!

  10. It’s… it’s… FAST!

    One minor nitpick: whatever.scalzi.com has the default WordPress favicon instead of the old scalzi.com/whatever icon.

  11. jemaleddin:

    Eh. The page rank will come back eventually. And most of the permalinks will still work. And ultimately, I’m more concerned about people being able to access the site.

  12. Mary Robinette Kowal – Mary Robinette Kowal is the author of SHADES OF MILK AND HONEY (Tor 2010) & won the 2008 Campbell Award for Best New Writer. She is also a professional puppeteer.
    Mary Robinette Kowal

    Oddly, all the comment threads that I had subscribed to are reappearing in my rss feeds. Otherwise, it looks like a smooth switch.

  13. I’ve been trying to decide where to share this little tidbit of information, but since you say to comment here, responsibly, here goes nothing:

    Pornography and science fiction are similar is some very interesting ways!

    (This is from an essay by Susan Sontag written in 1967 called “The Pornographic Imagination.” Had to read it for “Banned Books and Novel Ideas” English class. There was also at least one unfortunate incident of the author using “science fiction” and “fantasy” interchangeably, but I chalk that up to her idea of fantasy being “That which is not real.” Also, the essay expounds on the previous paragraph, which made me happy, because the first mention was a parenthetical and I thought it would be the last mention of it.)

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