It’s the weekend – a holiday weekend in the UK, no less – so the proper daily posting schedule on the new blog won’t start until Monday, after I’ve finished testing, making sure nothing looks too shit in Internet Explorer (are we still doing that?) and all that jazz.

But, between the time I rolled in to bed at a little after 6am this morning and staggered out into the Spanish sunshine again at a little after 1pm, lots of people have been kind enough to email and DM with feedback, suggestions and questions.

I’m going to wait a bit longer before I start going through the feedback properly – not least because it’s been entirely, 100% positive so far – mainly from friends – so that kind of skews things. It’s all very much appreciated, though – thank you.

I figured, though, that answers to a few of the initial questions might prove useful sooner rather than later – so here goes. A mini-FAQ-in-progress if you will…

1) Comments: the fact that they’ve been coming in by email and Twitter rather than using the comments form was my first clue. A couple of people have asked why the need to pre-register for comments, and then still be pre-moderated. I know it’s a pain in the arse, but in short, I can only pre-moderate if people pre-register and only by pre-moderating can I block anonymous cowards. The Sam Seabourne rule. On the old Blogspot blog I had to use an elaborate combination of email rules and automatic scripts to automatically delete anonymous comments without having to even read them – but that also meant that legitimate comments got binned without me having any idea until I got an email asking why I hadn’t approved them. This new system avoids any of that hassle. As before, if you use a real name (or a name you regularly use elsewhere online) then your comment will be approved. You can say what you like, but have the balls to say it in your own name, yeah? The good news is that it’s only your first comment that gets moderated – future comments will go up straight away. Now – go register.

2) Feeds – anyone subscribing to the old Blogspot feed will find the links auto-redirecting to Feedburner. I decided to switch to Feedburner because I had absolutely no idea how many people read the blog by RSS. Now, after just a few hours, I have a rough idea of RSS traffic, even if the subscriber numbers are still not accurate – and… well… holy shit. If you haven’t already, you should go grab the feed.

3) Dull tech stuff – “who built it?”. I did. Sort of. More accurately, I hacked to death the code and graphics of Design Disease’s Dilectio WordPress Theme using design elements from the book cover, which was beautifully designed by the design director at Orion, plus some original graphics that pushed my Photoshop and CSS skills to their limits (which is not far at all). Then it was just a question of building and hacking in various other elements – a modified Flickr widget, my Twitter feed,’s RSS feed etc. I also chucked together a custom PHP script that, coupled with some Javascript on the Blogspot template side, redirects visitors to pages on the old blog to the same page on the new one. If you care, the Javascript takes the old URL and chucks it to the PHP script on the new site, which turns it into a MySql query. If there’s a post title match on the new site, it redirects; if not, it goes to the homepage. It’s not totally slick – but I’m far from l33t at these things.

4) Remi Nicole. Yes, I’m aware that the feed makes it look like I’ve been listening to her non-stop for nearly 24 hours. I have. When I work on something that hurts my brain, I tend to pick a song I’m addicted to and listen to it on ‘repeat one’. It helps me concentrate while blocking out everything else. Unfortunately, while the old Last Flash widget hid repeat tracks, the RSS version lays that particular dirty secret bare. Don’t judge, yeah?

Ok, that’s it for now – forgive the slightly dull post but, yunno, people did ask. And anyway it’s the weekend, you should be in the pub.

Not me, though – Rob and I are off down the mountain to Malaga to pick up Scott. If I go quiet for a few days, send help. The roads are hellish. It could be like the end of the Italian Job.

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