"...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, May 10, 2013

Weekend Link Dump

Strange company's taking it easy this week.

Along with the cats.

This week's roundup of Weird:

The obligatory "So, what the hell is it?" link.

My favorite internet discovery of the week:  Color--yes, color--film footage of London from 1927.

Why George Bernard Shaw and Bertrand Russell turned to literature rather than the Tour de France.

I can't improve on this headline:  "Crowd Runs Scared After Witnessing Woman Fight With Short Bald Ghost."

Whenever I start thinking my life is dull, I will keep in mind the people in charge of this experiment.  Surprisingly, this isn't in Florida.

Hey, weird full-moon-loving bubble creatures need nature preserves, too.  Yes, of course this is in Florida.

What was worse than searching for housing in 19th century New York City?

Searching for housing in 19th century Paris!

The mystery of John Titor, the internet's weirdest--or perhaps just goofiest--legend.

Tunguska, the Voynich Manuscript of impact sites.

The Legend of Margorie McCall; Or, You Just Can't Keep a Good Woman Down.

The latest in what seems to have become this blog's ongoing series of Fun With Coffins links.

If you really want a memorable burial, however, it seems that all of the cool people in history wind up in Leicester car parks.

It's pretty sad when you think your soul is only worth a pair of shoes.  Me, I would've held out for these knee-high platform boots I've had my eye on and a really rockin' hat.

The good news?  Celestine V wasn't murdered, after all.  The bad news?  He's still dead.

Want to learn how to be an 18th century witch?  Of course you do.  You're welcome.

That does it for this week, my friends.  See you Monday, when I tell the tale of a haunted boarding house and its eerie walled-up skeleton.

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