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A small change (if I can manage it).

A long while back I set up Disqus to manage comments on this blog. There were two reasons.

The lesser was a vain one: I wanted to be notified when people commented. I wanted to know I was being noticed and (hopefully) loved. Silly, yeah? le sigh. Well, Disqus did.

The bigger reason (although I'm not altogether convinced this is really how these two reasons were weighted) was linkbacks. At the time, it seemed blogger didn't do any kind of trackback or refback or pingback linking when someone linked to my blog. Disqus did.

Plus, Disqus sounded all integratey--like you could comment and it could be posted to facebook (or so it seemed?) which helped my vanity as a form a free publicity. Other stuff seemed neat about it too.

For reasons I'm entirely sure of, either, I've decided that I think I'll consider removing Disqus. FOR NOW. Right now, it's not like I'm so swamped with comments that I need it to help manage the conversation or shit. (Read: nobody ever comments--ever.) Plus, it looks like blogger does (now? or always did?) do linkbacks. I imagine there's even a way, if I poke around enough, to get it to notify me about comments, when and if they ever happen.

Part of me wants to trot on over to the template page and delete the disqus block right now--as soon as I hit publish on this post. But part of me wants to wait until later, this evening maybe, to do anything so rash (?). I think the comment notification really was/is a bigger deal in my brain than I'm willing to admit; the more I think about it the more I want to know if/when someone does comment, so that I can rejoice. Hmmmfuck.

Well, I'll keep thinking. This post really has no existential import I can think of for any of you, so hopefully you didn't spend too much time reading it.


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