Just in time for the autumnal equinox, the leaves are changing colors here at Analog Nation. For many weeks now, we have painstakingly combed through the finest Internets, hand-selecting each one for robust aroma and full-bodied flavor. These were aged in oak barrels, calibrated for maximum precision, and tested against weapons-grade uranium in a zero gravity environment. All modesty aside, we believe that the results are unparalleled in all of computerdom. Why does Analog Nation go to such lengths? For you, the reader. Damn straight.
Have a look around, and leave a comment if anything seems broken. There is still some fine-tuning to do, so further changes will creep in occasionally over the next few weeks/months/whatever.
"Oh, and one more thing," he said, pulling on a black turtleneck and jeans. This week, a new series will be starting on Analog Nation. It's a bit different from the usual fare around these parts — it won't have any robots, or black holes, or chimps with mechanical claws. To be honest, it likely won't be funny at all. What I can promise is that it's a true story, and that I'm going to try to tell it as well as I'm able. Hopefully that will be just good enough. I hate how the story ends, but I've been hating how this particular story ends for fifteen years.
Come on, admit it, you're a little intrigued.