And Then Suddenly, Everything Was Different

September 19, 2010
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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.

Click “Like” If You Like To Like “Likes”

September 1, 2010
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Click “Like” If You Like To Like “Likes”

Chris likes If you’ve ever tripped on the sidewalk and then walked on like nothing ever happened, LIKE THIS!
Chris likes Sometimes when I get mad, I break something useful Other times, I break something expensive.
Chris likes LIKE THIS IF YOU NEED A HUG!
Chris likes Hey guess what? I wasn’t even gonna sit there anyway.
Chris likes Just get me through this day, and I swear I’ll never drink on a weeknight again. Until next time! =^D
Chris likes Apparently the planet will not continue to spin unless I lose my phone once per day.
Chris likes I did it, I’m not going to apologize for it, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Chris likes My dog does more around the house than my ex-boyfriend, and looks better in a collar.
Chris likes Why do I even bother arguing with people who don’t agree with me?
Chris likes The remote belongs in my hand, and you can have it when you grow a brain.
Chris likes Like this if you want to punch a hug in the throat.
Chris likes No that’s fine, I wasn’t going to eat that lunch I put in the office fridge with my name on it. Glad you enjoyed it.
Chris likes Sorry to hear that your PetVille bought the FarmVille.
Chris likes Jump out of a church steeple? Aw hell nawl!
Chris likes Well, that is definitely the very last time I trust a carny with my 401(k).
Chris likes I’m just going to count to ten and pretend that I’m on a tropical island surrounded by the corpses of my enemies.
Chris likes Just woke up with the nastiest hangover. Why am I going 110 through a school zone? Whoah, this isn’t even my car.
Chris likes Like this if you’ve ever accidentally broken up a drug deal in Nicaragua!
Chris likes FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, STOP CHANGING FACEBOOK.
Chris likes Pants are important. Wear them.
Chris likes Shut up. Shut up. Shut. Up. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. SHUT. UP. This very instant. Just shut it.
Chris likes What I need right now is a waffle the size of a Prius, STAT!
Chris likes LIKE THIS IF YOU THINK MOST PEOPLE WOULDN’T KNOW A DECENT CUP OF COFFEE FROM A BUCKET OF SAND AND BATTERY ACID!
Chris likes Ever notice how you’ve never seen a picture of the Pope hang gliding? Not just the current one, ANY Pope? Suspicious, right?
Chris likes If Nikola Tesla were alive today, his Flickr feed would be off the charts.
Chris likes They’re called night-vision goggles, and you wouldn’t be so freaked out if you weren’t doing something shady and this wasn’t your backyard and I wasn’t crying.
Chris likes What’s with all the pandas at the Dairy Queen? Every time I go to Dairy Queen there’s a panda.
Chris likes Some days I’m going to come back from lunch reeking of daiquiris. Get used to it.
Chris likes Everyone who whines to me at the office today is getting a piping hot mug of DON’T CARE.
Chris likes Sorry, I can’t hear you, I’ve got my WHINE BLOCKER on.
Chris likes Let’s put all the whiners on an ice floe and then melt the ice floe and then shoot the whiners.
Chris likes Oh god it’s all closing in on me, the walls, the walls, there’s no escape, I’m never getting out of here, hey look donuts!
Chris likes Some days I want to =D but then I’m like =O and then I’m all =(
Chris likes When you like a random statement on Facebook, there’s a pretty good chance you’re driving ad dollars to a site you’ve never heard of.
Chris likes Oh no! There are spiders. Have an angry. Must be otherwise, run for yourself!

Chris likes this.

Fantasy Football: A Guide For Beginners

August 22, 2010
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Late summer has clenched us in its sweaty, wheezing grip. Everybody’s all beached out. Everyone’s hair is a fluffy/frizzy mess. Electricity bills ache like letters from the Civil War. Defeated, we cast our withered glance toward Autumn. This way marches a savior, flanked by trees of gold and crimson: the foot-ball season is almost here. And it’s about damned time. Not only are we perspiring to death, but television has grown somnolent for lack of shouting. Both of these problems will soon vanish, ten yards at a time.

The foot-ball, or “football,” draws tens of millions of fans to stadia and plasma screens every week. But for many, the sport itself is not enough. They want more. These über fans delve headlong into the metasport known as the fantasy foot-ball, or “fantasy football.” Their ranks grow each year, as the websites that operate fantasy leagues grow progressively more sophisticated. With the 2010 NFL season looming, fantasy leagues have begun their mock “drafts” to add “players” to their “rosters.” Perhaps you yourself have received an invitation to join a league, and are considering giving it a try. To be blunt, such invitations are a trap. Your friends hope to take advantage of your inexperience. For the uninitiated, we here at Analog Nation offer a guide to fantasy football. Write this down.

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… And Your Little Cerapod, Too

August 9, 2010
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… And Your Little Cerapod, Too

Oh, come on.

This is officially insane. Honestly, it is. This time they have gone too far. They are flaunting it, shoving our noses in the shards of our broken toys, heaving back their heads in gales of laughter. It’s as if they told the children of the world that there’s no Santa, and he wasn’t going to bring them presents this year anyway, and besides he has leukemia. It’s overkill. It has to stop. Those goddamn paleontologists need to come down a peg or two. And yes, this is absolutely about the Triceratops thing.

(Note to any children reading this: Santa is completely real, and leukemia is a type of candy that tastes like hugs.)

The July issue of the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology pulls the veil off nearly 130 years of dinosaur lore — technically speaking, the Triceratops never existed. Just as our childhoods were plundered for all remaining traces of Pluto, so too have we now lost one of the coolest dinosaurs. We here at Analog Nation wanted to take a few moments to guide you through this travesty.

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The REDACTED REDACTED of REDACTED

July 19, 2010
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By now, everyone has heard. Someone spilled the beans, the cat’s out of the bag, the information is out in the ether, and now there are beans and cats everywhere. Granted, it’s not that hard to clean up beans, and whoever thought it would be difficult to put a cat back in a bag has never had a cat and a bag. So let’s assume we’re talking about a cat with a bag phobia and some unusually entropic beans. The point is that this information will never return from the ether. Now that it is known, it cannot be unknown.

Which I suppose is true of all information.

Let me start over.

After two years of digging, The Washington Post dropped a story today that was so large they built a whole microsite around it with maps and slideshows and stuff. Reporters have uncovered what they call Top Secret America, a growing segment of the US government that “has become so large, so unwieldy and so secretive that no one knows how much money it costs, how many people it employs, how many programs exist within it or exactly how many agencies do the same work.” Somewhere, Tom Clancy is dusting off his Smith Corona.

The existence of a secret government network is several shades paler than shocking, though the scope of this thing is admittedly a bit impressive. Washington, DC is the epicenter of some 854,000 individuals with top-secret security credentials, spread in overlapping jurisdictions across the country. You would think they’d have leveraged these resources to produce at least one decent sports team, but it’s too late for that, because now we all know. The truth, as Mulder would say, is out there. In a handy, easily-navigable microsite.

Surely such sophisticated readers as yourselves have sniffed out where this is going. There’s no sense in flittering about like a titmouse, so I’ll come right out and say what you have no doubt begun to suspect. Yes, Analog Nation is part of Top Secret America.

Our full designation is the National Initiative for Covert Scientific Signals Intelligence (Analog Division). Funded by creative math deep within the Department of Energy’s budget, the Initiative’s mandate is to monitor communications and alert the public when scientific developments carry unintended potential. Our sources are the blackest of black-ops. Our specific level of codeword clearance is itself classified information. So if, for example, we were to casually mention that dolphins have been spotted roaming the seas in massive “superpods,” or that one of our continents has cracked in half to begin forming a new ocean, you’ll just have to trust us. These stories are connected, and indicate that dry land’s hilarious run may have run its course — Earth is kinda sick of our shit.

And if that’s the stuff we here at Analog Nation are telling you, what about the stuff we aren’t telling you? Best you leave that to us. Sleep soundly at night, and let us maintain our vigil. Beans and cats, people. Beans and cats.