Frank's Rotating Lighted Blog of Considerable Mass

Certain eldritch signs portend various significant turnings of the year. Birds fly south. Or maybe north. Frankly I don't spend much ti...

Curious as to what the stars have in store for you next week? Me neither. Given the obvious ill-will the stars display towards all thi...

Today I'm embarking upon a grand experiment in greed. Oops. Did I say greed? I meant publishing. Specifically, I've entered a tit...

MidSouthCon 30  has come and gone, and I'm pleased to say I was there for it. I'm not going to post each and every photo I took, ...

Oh yeah. I tweet. I have tweeps. I can hashtag and @FF and RT with the best of them, baby. I'm referring of course to  Twitter , wh...

Good morning, gentle reader!  Sorry for the week-long absence. But it's been a very busy week, filled with syringes and dosages and lac...

Have you stuck your head out the door lately? If so, you may have noticed a few things. Economic catastrophe. Political turmoil. Weather ...

Fletcher is home!  Home, and resting comfortably in his usual spot below the TV. Max is happy to have his buddy back. We gave him his f...

It's been a worrisome week here at Casa Tuttle. As many of you know, dogs outnumber humans here by a ratio of more than two to one. M...

Gird thy loins, gentle reader, against this brief but patently self-serving blog post, in which I hawk  Passing the Narrows. If you'r...