This week, Strange Company just hasn't known which end is up.
Neither have the cats.
On to this week's Festival of the Links:
So, who the hell is buried in Charlemagne's tomb? Follow the link to find the astonishing answer!
Speaking of Charlemagne, take a visit to his palace.
Who the hell was this iconic drowning victim?
What the hell is this Vietnamese rock?
What the hell is the Phaistos Disk?
What the hell are these ancient Japanese...uh, big stone thingys?
Who--or what--the hell was this Pantagonian two-headed giant?
So, why the hell were these pyramids built?
Watch out for those Thomas Walshes!
Watch out for those rabbit archaeologists!
Watch out for those haunted wells!
Building inscriptions that showed a pleasant bit of imagination.
When this bar announces Last Call, you'll know the Seventh Seal has been opened.
Personally, I think all these endings would have been a great improvement over the ones actually used. Which possibly explains why I am not a movie mogul or a publishing giant.
Angela Burdett-Coutts: too rich and too eligible.
This post reminds me of an old Kingston Trio song my grandmother was fond of singing:
The whole world is festering with unhappy souls,As an aside, I often think that world travel was invented in order to bring together all nationalities, all races, all cultures...so we could learn that we all really get on each other's nerves.
The French hate the Germans,
The Germans hate the Poles,
Italians hate Yugoslavs,
South Africans hate the Dutch,
And I don't like anybody very much!
Beach Blanket Nazi.
Who needs horror movies when you can have Mystery Starfish Plagues?
Who needs horror movies when you can have Alien Jellyfish Thieves?
Who needs horror movies when you can have Satan's Instagram account?
Kierkegaard: Philosopher, theologian, insufferable twit.
The murder case that inspired Poe to turn playwright.
A look at China's "Animal Pompeii."
Bram Stoker: a lot more than just Dracula. Anyone else surprised to learn that his wife and Oscar Wilde were once an item?
Greyfriars' Bobby: A popular legend gets sent to the doghouse.
Marocco: "Mr. Ed" meets "Bewitched."
If they only had classes dealing with the finer points of pacts with the devil, you bet I would've gone to law school. It would have been excellent training for dealing with literary agents.
The diary of a witch hunt.
The Dyatlov Pass mystery...solved?
Sexting, Victorian style.
Ghosts of the Tsunami.
A look back at the Frost Fairs on the Thames.
Uncovering the Indian Ocean's oldest known shipwreck.
Instant Karma: Well, here is a business that just screams "unintended consequences."
The horrifying story of a Victorian elephant superstar.
He's so crabby!
He's so blue!
He's so caught!
What will he do?
Meet Toby, the piano-playing terrapin.
History, in living color.
Just hanging in there...for all eternity.
And finally: Whatever else I may be, I can at least take comfort in the fact that I am not a cricket-obsessed pig-smuggler.
Not yet, at any rate.
That's all for this week. I'll be back on Monday (uh, at least, I sincerely hope so,) when this blog will really be going to the Devil.