"...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, November 8, 2013

Weekend Link Dump

Strange company is seriously regretting allowing the cats to read the archives of this blog.

They may be planning a revolt.

Here is this week's Peek at the Peculiar:

Who the hell killed Mary Rogers?

What the hell killed Rutger Hale?

What the hell happened to Miss Rosa Day?

What the hell was...well, this?

What the hell was Hyperborea?

What the hell is in the Atlantic Ocean?

What the hell is in the South China Sea?

Who the hell was Zana?

Who the hell were the Green Children of Woolpit?  Nick Redfern thinks he knows!

Watch out for those octogenarian Russian shepherds!

Watch out for those big cats!

Watch out for that even bigger kraken!

Watch out for...well, pretty much everything on this list.

A tale of murder, ghosts, Marie Antoinette's lover Axel von Fersen...and, uh, watch out for those unbrellas!

If you like books, music, toilet paper, and sex, reconsider your plans to relocate to these countries.

King Tut:  Crash Test Mummy?

Quote of the week: "The European GOCE satellite is falling uncontrollably to Earth but no one need worry too much."

A curious double suicide (?) in 1930s Los Angeles.

Pandora, meet The Box of Crazy.

So, it turns out the beloved restaurant chain is really the Intergalactic House of Pancakes.

The Great Oulu Fire of 1882:  Real-life tragedy or Wikipedia Rabbit Hole?

George Orwell's ghost story.

H.H. Holmes:  Murderer, con man, Crapola Myth Magnet.

Speaking of Crapola Myth Magnets, what would our weekend be without yet another deliriously half-witted Poe Death Theory?

And we're done for this week!  See you on Monday, when I'll be examining a mysterious--and highly controversial--triple murder at sea.  What the hell happened aboard the "Herbert Fuller?"

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