"...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, September 27, 2013

Weekend Link Dump


In the world of strange company, the cats don't wash the dishes.


The dishes wash the cats.

This week's dose of Nonsense and Insensibility:

So, what the hell does the Zapruder film really tell us?

For the moment, put aside wondering about what the hell happened in Siberia in 1908.  Let's wonder about what the hell happened in Siberia in 2002.

What the hell happened to the Nazi gold?

What the hell happened in the sky in 1979?

What the hell fell to the ground in 1985?

What the hell is wrong with this Chinese mansion?  Quite a bit, it seems!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Edgar Allan Poe cures cancer.  Really.

The dinosaur wall of Bolivia.

Sometimes, kooky, laughable conspiracy theories turn out to be accurate.  It's just that kind of world.

EsoterX puts in a good word for Samurai Weasels.

The Smithsonian Magazine does not put in a good word for Grover Cleveland.

Am I the only one utterly horrified to realize that when the world comes to an end, the only relics of the human race will be disco and Jimmy Carter?

All I'll say is, if this place isn't haunted, it should be.

St. Augustine's Tower:  A 13th century relic in 21st century Hackney.

Strange Company's idea of weekend fun:  The interactive Game of Wretched Fate.  Spin the big wheel and have Bob Barker kill you!

Most horses aim for the Kentucky Derby.  Must Win is looking at Mount Everest.

Sometimes urban legends are not so legendary.

Another day, another Jack the Ripper theory.  Wake me up when they pin the murders on Queen Victoria.

Animals are people, too.

Photo of the week:  A distant storm, as viewed from an airplane.

There you have it, gang.  See you on Monday, when I'll be discussing a baffling murder-without-a-corpse from 17th century England.  Be there, or be square!


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