"...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, February 14, 2014

Weekend Link Dump

Strange Company doesn't need to throw its weight around.

We can leave that to the cats.

Here's this week's Valentine's Day Parade of the Links:

Where the hell is the Loch Ness Monster?

Who the hell is India's creepiest and least-successful door-to-door salesperson?

What the hell is Siberia's Eagle's Nest?

Where the hell is the City of Z?

What the hell is heading towards Perth, Australia?

London is really humming!

St. Paul is really howling!

Some Gemstone Talismans of the Rich and Famous.  Judging by the fates of some of the owners, they should have asked for their money back.

A Georgian-era Valentine ballad that's very, uh, Georgian.

A Valentine's song celebrating an 18th century sea battle.

In case you and your Valentine want to get a bit more authentic than mere cards, flowers, and chocolates.

If those Valentine rituals don't work, here are some appropriate replies.

Haunted Ohio Books presents a companion piece to our Wednesday roundup of Valentine horrors. Because what says "romance" like cowhidings, poisonings, and broom handles?

Virginia Poe's Valentine.

Love, Victorian Style.

The first alibi I have come across that centers around fairy funerals.

Quoth the Raven, "My IQ runs rings around yours, pitiful human idiots. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A truly cat-astrophic business venture.  I can only heartily agree with the last line of this post.

I'll bet they wouldn't dare try a business like that with these werewolf cats!

Shroud of Turin research is getting very, very weird.

600-year-old butt songs from hell.  Don't blame me, I'm just the innocent link-compiler.

Nursery rhymes to read to your child.  If your child is Damien from "The Omen," that is.

Actually, I think these sites sound pretty cool.  Which might explain why my blogs are about as popular as jury summonses.

One of the few movies I'd pay to see:  "Bringing Up Baby Bigfoot."

Speaking of which, I bet Bigfoot ate this kid's homework, too.

A "lost" Mary Pickford film has been discovered in a barn.

I suppose it's not really a surprise to learn that Howard Hughes had a connection to space aliens.

A gallery of famous people who were owned by cats and dogs.  Delilah was a true Bohemian Rhapsody.

Decrypting the Vikings.

England's being trolled!

Film of a New York blizzard...from 1902.

The story of Chopin's wandering heart.

Hoodoo Shoes!

Buying a haunted house when you're already living in Florida seems rather like gilding the lily.

Time in a bottle.

The man whose death stopped the hands of time.

The story of the Corpsewood Murders.  Do not read this modern-day slice of medieval horror late at night.

Because around here, we love our sorcery-practicing pirate monks.

800,000 year-old footprints...in England?

Hark back to the days when smoking was a feminist act.

A peek at John Wilkes Booth's FBI file.

In case you've been wondering why Cow Piracy never really caught on.

A 4,000 year old tax return gets audited.

The "confession" of H.H. Holmes.

The Return of Mary Queen of Scots, speaking, curiously enough, like a character in a particularly awful 19th century novel.

Sequencing Richard III.

In honor of Valentine's Day:  a charming collection of vintage love tokens.

And, finally, an Olympic sport just made for the Internet Era: Cat Curling. (H/t Chris Woodyard.)

Happy reading, gang. See you on Monday, with the tale of a lethal Denver party girl.


  1. Happy Valentine's Day! Thanks for the shout - and for the awesome link list!

  2. The newspaper story on the Indian 'midnight knocker' states that he simply is knocking on doors late at night. Annoying, yes, but because of it people are protesting, besieging police stations and attacking each other. Really? Have a little perspective, people.

  3. Oh my. Corona Cat Farm, sorcerer-pirate-monk, bizarre Victorian love stories, "Hoarding is not collection development." (bad websites). I'm honored to be included (triple threat!!) in your Valentine's Day special collection (which sounds like it ought to contain dark-chocolate truffles)--many thanks!

  4. I'd heard of Colonel Fawcett previously, but not the City of Z. It sounds like his theories are now getting the respect he himself did in his lifetime. I have always liked the idea of the amateur adventurers, as opposed to the corporate-sponsored, GPS-tracked, fame-hunters of today. But these days, people actually think the actors (sorry, 'participants') on "Survivor" are in genuine and spontaneous situations...

    1. I've read a bit about Fawcett and Z before. He really was one of the more interesting men of his time.


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