"...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, March 14, 2014

Weekend Link Dump

In the world of Strange Company, life is not a bowl of cherries.

It is a patch of catnip.

On to this week's Collection of Curious Chronicles:

What the hell was this 17th century Russian fireball?

What the hell did these monks leave behind them?

What the hell is this Martian pothole?

What the hell are these wheels of light?

Who the hell is trying to tell us something?

Who the hell was the Lady in the Lake?

Watch out for that froggy drinking water!

Davenport is really booming!

Philip K. Dick and his plasmate.

The unsolved (to date, at least) mystery of Flight 370:  time to take a look at Vile Vortices?

The autobiography of a medieval mystic.

Meet the real Sherlock Holmes.

Meet Andy Rolan, the Donkey Man.

The case of Washington Irving Bishop:  Sometimes magic just isn't enough.

The death of Venetia Stanley:  too much Viper Wine?

The Affair of the Fringes:  a Versailles mystery.

Now, gang, this is what we call "overanalyzing."

Fighting words, 17th century style.

Golfer spreads urban panic, 1900.

A letter between two WWI widows, 1915.

The serial killer capital of the world is...London, Ontario?

A selection of 19th century vegetarian personal ads.  Fans of pickles or feather-beds need not apply.

Duke buys himself a wife, 1744.

A warning not to mess with Nikola Tesla's ashes.

A BYOB meal:  Bring Your Own...well, never mind.

Amy Spain, who celebrated way too prematurely.

The Queens of Ghost Land.

Convict courtship and the Female Factory.

And, finally, my favorite story of the week:  Fire-fighting Felines!  With video!

That wraps it up for this week.  See you on Monday, when, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, I'll be presenting the story of a mysterious death on an Irish island.  In the meantime, I can also be found on Facebook and Twitter, doing...well, nothing even remotely interesting, now that I think of it.  Never mind.

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