I'm testing out a new commenting system on Postpartum Progress called Disqus. To be honest, I really have no idea how it works. But all the cool kids are using it so I thought I'd give it a try. If you sign up at Disqus, your avatar (cute photo) will show up with your comment. But you DON'T HAVE TO. I think you should be able to comment as you always have. I think. I'll figure this out at some point. And if it causes too much trouble I'll go back to the old way.
Soooooo … will y'all pleeze comment on this post. Say something. Anything. Favorite movie. Favorite food to eat when you feel miserable. Favorite post on Postpartum Progress. Whatever.
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Hi Catherine,
I signed in via twitter but I was not able to use the "Preview" button. So let's see whether the "Post" button works for me…
Cheers
Marion
And it didn't work. No Disqus. I no understand …
I'm using disqus on my tumblr blog and it changed the way the actual comment interface looks. This doesn't look any different to me from what the normal PP comment section usually looks like. Don't know if it is supposed to look different…but mine did.
I don't see anywhere to put my disqus login, so I don't think my avatar will appear. But we'll see.
Good luck, Katherine. Hope this helps.
Checking in to see if the comment box words for you! Thanks for the follow back on twitter 🙂
comment to you! i had disquis on an old blogger account…now I just use whatever wordpress gives me 🙂
i'm just commenting cuz you asked. not sure what's supposed to happen… but i guess i'll find out;)
The comment section looks the same to me as it always did. 😀
Seems okay to me…
Disqus always pulls the wrong Twitter account for me (probably because I got it wrong the first time I used it) so I no longer sign in. Good concept, though.
I am a spaz, I will try it a little later! lol!
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