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Analog Nation is written/drawn/whatever by a pleasant fellow named Chris Keating. He lives in Brooklyn, and likes sandwiches.

He is a founding member of Point of You Productions, a former regular at Gotham City Improv, and has appeared on the Onion News Network. (That's me- uh, I mean him as the Blizzard exec).

He is not the Chris Keating from Yeasayer.

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Frequently Never Asked Questions

Only one person has ever asked a question, so here instead is the N.A.Q.

Q: Did they really used to make baseballs out of orphans' hair? A: No.

Q: Did JFK really think there were demons on the moon? A: No. Well, at least I don't think so.

Q: Did Einstein really used to eat at a restaurant called Steaky McPorkmea- A: You know what, lemme go ahead and stop you there. If anything on the site sounds made up, it more than likely is. Exceptions are generally noted with an external link.

Q: Where did you procure such fine Internets to build Analog Nation? A: The site is powered by WordPress, using a theme called Magazine Basic by

Q: I was redirected from a site called Sooper Delishus. What gives? A: Sooper Delishus was the original name. When I started, I wasn't quite sure what the site was going to be, I only knew that I wanted someplace to post my writing. So I registered, a derivation of the Portuguese phrase "super deliciosa," which translates loosely as "it's an in-joke and you probably wouldn't care even if I explained the whole thing." About ten months in, once the site had begun to take shape, I decided the SD name just didn't quite fit. Plus, explaining the name to people was laborious, and I often received eyebrow-arched looks that said, "If I go to your site, I get the distinct feeling my computer's going to be flooded with hentai." To those of you who were, in fact, looking for hentai — my sincere apologies.

Q: What exactly is Serpents of the Frost Blade? A: It's a CYOA-style tale, with role-playing game characters trying to survive in modern NYC. Duh, obviously.

Q: Okay, I'll bite — what was the one question that was ever asked? A: This was pretty weird, actually. In Part 4 of Frost Blade, they go to an unnamed restaurant near Union Square, which in fact is Chat n' Chew on 16th Street. They have a bunch of vintage signs on the walls, my favorite of which is the one in the story: "Mace Bugen, Notary Public." To me, the name has always conjured some sort of film noir character, a private eye who tracks down documents to notarize. My friends and I have joked about it for years. Chat n' Chew is fairly popular, so I figured a few readers around New York might get the reference, and that would be that. Well, several months later I got an email from a guy in Phillipsburg, NJ, wondering why I was alluding to Mr. Bugen and whether I had grown up there. To my complete astonishment, I had accidentally uncovered the identity of the real Mace Bugen. This guy had Googled his name and came across the Frost Blade post. Here's how he described him:

Mace Bugen was an old friend of our family. I grew up in P'burg in the 1960s, and Mace (who was a dwarf or a midget — I forget which) used to bring over Tootsie Rolls. He had an insurance and notary business a few blocks from our house on "Mace Bugen Hill". He was quite a character. He drove around in a Hadassah Jeep and was quite outspoken and helpful to people. He attended sports events and often appeared in newspaper photos. He was active at the synagogue, where his "Amens" were always the loudest and where he often had funny things to say about the women in the choir ("Not one, not two, not three, not four.... but twelve beautiful women"). He passed away at a Jewish nursing home some 20 or 30 years ago. He's something of a legend among our family. He was kind to us; he took my brother and me to lunch at a fancy restaurant in Allentown, PA once; he'd help transport furniture in his Jeep, earning him the nickname "Angel of Mercy." He once ran for political office saying "I'm for the little guy." He confessed to visiting prostitutes.

So basically, about 1,000% more interesting as a person than the sketch character I had been picturing in my head all those years. There's a photo of him in "Phillipsburg," a history of the city, which used to be viewable via Google Book Search but apparently that page has now been viewed too many times. Oh whatever, Google.

Edit 1/1/10: The Mace Bugen sign is gone! I went to Chat n’ Chew for the first time in a while, and they’ve replaced the sign with some other retro-authentic thing that’s nowhere near as entertaining.

Edit 8/22/10: Well this just keeps getting better. Bugen's great-niece happened upon the site, and emailed me to add that he was a self-made millionaire (!) who put family members through college (!!) and had a whole album of photos of him with celebrities like Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe (!!??) Furthermore, I went back to Chat n' Chew and found the sign — either they put it back or I missed it when I was there in January. To the right is a photo of the sign, above a TV showing the Little League World Series.