In the interest of trying something different, staying current and availing myself of the apps that are available now that weren’t available a couple years ago, I’m moving this blog to Tumblr. I’ll leave what’s here for posterity (and the images on the server), but I’ll from now on I’ll be posting to http://chadsavage.tumblr.com/.

Spyder Spyder crawling light
Through my office in the night
What immortal hand or kiss
Could frame thy fearful creepiness?

(with affection and apology to William Blake)

Tiny spider on my hand
From my person you are banned
Please don’t take it personally
It’s just that your feet tickle me

Tiny spider, legs of eight
Prowling ’round my office late
With all the places you could be
Why’d you pick in front of me?

My wife is one hell of a wordsmith and her work has recently reminded me of how much I enjoy well-written prose. To that end, I present the following (thank you Shadow Manor):

The Spider’s Web (A Natural History)

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

– E.B. White

Gothic.net sought out my thoughts on a variety of topics as we launched 2011. As somebody who designed Gothic.net’s look at the turn of the last century, I find this immensely rewarding.

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Thank you OryCon for making my first Guest of Honor experience memorable and a helluva lot of fun!

I walk into my office today and this is on my laptop:

Which doesn’t mean much to anybody but us, until you watch this:

The little window garden just got a bit weirder. Yes, that’s a Venus Flytrap next to the mini-pumpkin plant. Now if I can just get Missus Savage to wear a black dress, feed it with a spoon and speak French…