"...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, October 18, 2013

Weekend Link Dump

This past week, strange company made the mistake of allowing the cats to read this blog.

On to this week's Link-O-Rama:

What the hell is walking around in Iowa?

What the hell is walking around in Texas?

What the hell is walking around in Windham County?

What the hell was walking around in Massachusetts?

What the hell is flying over Switzerland?

What the hell was going on in this pet cemetery?

What the hell is Spring-heeled Jack?

Watch out for those Ninth Symphonies!

Watch out for those Ouija Boards!

The head cold that changed the history of  space travel.

Mark Twain meets Nikola Tesla.

Stromboli:  The racehorse whose owner/trainer loved him not wisely but too well.

Waverly Hills: The most haunted hospital in America?


This week's "Let's face it, we just don't know jack about history" story.

Witches are still going strong in Lithuania.

Digitally excavating an incredible ancient secret library.

Scary places in Los Angeles.  As they left out my house, this list is shamefully incomplete.

The life of a 19th century Irish medical student:  Drunks, duels, pranks and practice.  Probably in that order.

Death and cupcakes.

The busy, busy bones of Christopher Columbus.

Severed arms and premature burials:  Church-going, Prague-style.

It seems that using Saran-Wrap as shrouds doesn't work too well.

Some healthy skepticism about healthy skepticism.

Guess what, "Walking Dead" fans:  We already came pretty damn close to a Zombie Apocalypse, and it wasn't much fun.

Why did Maura clean Barbra's basin?  Why did Barbra cut her own hand off?  The world wants to know!

30,000 year old Brazilian pornography?

My new favorite person in history:  Mr. Glibberie of Halesteed, "a verie ridiculous preacher."

Of electric fossils and thundercrabs.

Want to know what it's like to fall through the stratosphere?  Here you go:

There you have it for this week. See you all on Monday, when we will meet a real Georgian-Era heavyweight.

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