"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Friday, March 8, 2013

Weekend Link Dump


A roundup of some of this week's odd history stories from across the internet.

Plus cats.  Because what better strange company do we have than cats?



The real-life horror at sea that inspired a classic novel.

Edgar Allan Snowman!

Spending a day with the Tower of London’s mystical, majestic ravens. 

Eleanor of Aquitaine Did Not Eat Rotten Meat; Or, One More Reason Why Alison Weir’s Books Are Best Used As Doorstops, Paperweights, Or Bug-Squashers.

Kathryn Warner tears down more than a few myths about King Edward II and his queen, Isabella.

I Visited the Roman Empire and All I Got Was This Lousy Trinket.

An utterly charming, albeit utterly unbelievable, story of how Beethoven came to write the Moonlight Sonata. 

Yet another intersection of academia and psychobabble: Richard III, control freak? 

Better late than never, I suppose: We now think we know why the Hindenburg crashed.

“…but if he had fought like a Man, he need not have been hang'd like a Dog.” Daniel Defoe pays tribute to lady pirate Anne Bonny.

OKCupid, Victorian Style.

From 1913: The Boy Scouts and the Suffragettes. 

For all of you with a taste for Morbid Medicine and a few dollars to spare, Dr. Lindsey Fitzharris (aka the Chirurgeon’s Apprentice) is crowd-funding a documentary, "Medicine's Dark Secrets."

Cat armor. Need I say more?

No.  No.  NO!!!!

Oh, and to briefly return to the modern world, the UN is saying to its diplomats, "Hey, guys, when you gather to put budgets together, could you try doing it sober for once?"

Happy weekend, gang. See you Monday, assuming I'm not hit by a meteorite.  An event that, to be honest, would come as no surprise to anyone.

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