Administrative.

Well, this post will be boring, but perhaps interesting to the, like, one person, perhaps a fellow blogger, interested in how blogs are run.

I noticed the other day that I have more than a thousand labels just sitting about. I may use, like, 30 over normal posts. That's a lot of excess. So far, I've worked around this by selecting certain labels for the sidebar rather than having that unwieldy list overwhelm itself. But at some point I guess I should cull the herd. Find tags with only one or two posts and remove them from said posts. That'll take a long while, though. The limited list, though, isn't terrible since it singles out tags that are not only the most used (probably) but also the most interesting (hopefully).

On another note, I reinstalled disqus on this blog. I want people to be able to comment, on the probably rare off-chance they ever do, but the default commenting system is highly restrictive of what accounts can be used to log in (google, livejournal, even openID I think...). Disqus, it turns out, allows even facebook logins among others, which is fantastic. It's also more robust, anyway.

Lastly, I've decided to add "Review" to the titles of any reviews to make them stand out a bit more/in case people come hunting for them. It's always possible!!

Not sure at all why I bothered posting this. Something to say, maybe? Probably will cost me, like, 10 readers, but oh well.

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