A new age has finally arrived.

With a great deal of sweat and toil - none of which was my own - that we have relocated to our new abode: a safe haven where the denizens of the night can run wild and torment the innocent. Or, perhaps we will stick to being jovial and witty. Only vast sums of legal tender being poured into my bank account will reveal the truth.

Recently, The Box lay in shambles as I grappled with two beasts of impressive power and might - PHP and CSS - in order to properly lay the foundations of the new era of all things Boxesque. Caleb commented regularly on the disorder that The Box faced in its dying throes, and - if witnesses are to be believed - he may have even wept.

But all is now well. The Box has returned, displaying its traditional lavish beauty and robust content, so as to satisfy your frivolous appetites. In time, you will again begin to notice change. They will be swift and graphic, but - in the end - you will all feel as if you are better people for it.

This post is merely the initial tactical assault to your senses for the new space. There will be many that follow. At least three. Quite possibly more. And they will all tear through the fabric of your brain, stealing away your cranial virginity like so many”¦

Good Lord”¦where was I going with that one?

The point is that we have ushered in a new age together, as a network. Andrew has been enveloped into the collective and has become one of us. And for this new addition,w e are thankful. If only we could have assimilated Caleb, Fraser and Liam with the same temptations of sweet, digital treats. But alas, we will have to settle for the one called Andrew.

There will be more to follow.