"...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, January 24, 2014

Weekend Link Dump

It's Friday! Strange Company invites you all to settle back with a cup of tea to go with your links.

The cats will play mother.

On with this week's show:

What the hell is roaring at the universe?

What the hell is in the waters off Portugal?

What the hell is crawling around on Mars?  (Update here.)

What the hell is crawling around on the Moon?

What the hell is crawling around on Mount Shasta?

What the hell was this grandmother trying to tell us?

What the hell is under the Giza Plateau?

Who the hell was this pharaoh?

Watch out for those flying pancakes!

Have we really reached the time of the Last Trumpet, or is this merely what Doc Severinsen is up to in the afterlife?

Meet Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Blaes, who can truly be called the Couple From Hell.

Meet Peter Freuchen, just your typical 6' 7" peg-legged Nazi-fighting game-show winning arctic explorer who, in his spare time, hung out with Mae West.

Meet the Cannibal Rat Ghost Ship.

Meet Captain George Streeter, World's Greatest Squatter.

"Beware the folly of hurrying straight to the dissecting room without taking any breakfast," and other examples of why nobody, but nobody, knew how to do Weird Death like the Victorians.

You know, "Dracula Meets Jack the Ripper" would probably make for the world's greatest horror film.

In related news, I love how some horror films virtually write themselves.

The After-Death Row.

Your heartwarming family story of the week.

Hey, Sun!  Wake up!!

You know those stories that pop up periodically about people seeing the face of Jesus in a slice of toast?  Well, now you can see Poe.

When memories of a past life are a curse rather than a blessing.

Trench fungus, trench foot, trench mouth, trench lice, trench fever:  Why World War I was an even bigger horror show than you think.

The Chronicle of Ireland:  one of history's great Lost Books.

More on the Voynich Manuscript:  Could a theorized New World connection help finally crack the code?

"This is all an elaborate hoax."  Thumbs up?  Or thumbs down?

John Godley, my dream man.  Literally.

Catherine the Great meets Ikea.  The result?  NSFW.

So, it's possible that Francis Drake discovered Western Canada, and just didn't bother telling anyone about it.

Some wonderful photos of children and animals that's enough to make me want to move to rural Russia.

Hell, those photos are almost enough to make me want to have kids.

Uh, I said almost.

And there you have it!  See you on Monday, when I will be taking a look at the long, colorful history of seafaring cats.  In the meantime, meet a seafaring pig.


  1. AW!! The pig made it to the Link Dump! I always feel like a million bucks when I'm dumpworthy :) BTW what are funeral biscuits, I wonder?

    1. I'm not sure, but they're obviously to die for.

  2. I'm a long-time lurker on your blog, as I find your weekly link round-ups endlessly fascinating! Thank you for my weekly dose of weird. I ran across the article about the cannibal rat ghost ship the other day and thought, "Hmm, this reminds me of Strange Company." Glad to see that you also found it!

    1. You think I'd miss out on a Cannibal Rat Ghost Ship?! Hell, I live for finding headlines like that.

  3. Oh wait, I just got an eyeful of Catherine the Great's special furniture.

    1. I'm just waiting for Pottery Barn to put out its line of "Catherine the Great home furnishings."

      Hilarity will ensue.

  4. Oh. My. The Catherine the Great furniture. Good gracious me! That and the cannibal rat ship and the trench diseases, well, a full quotient of Sex n' Death! And many thanks for linking to the Couple from Hell!

    1. I owe you thanks for introducing me to the Blaes duo. I love few things more than coming across stories like that.


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