Strange Company is looking forward to tomorrow's Kentucky Derby.
|Burgarry and unnamed feline friend, "Canberra Times," April 7, 1966|
And, of course, the cats are saddled up and heading for the starting gate.
Behold the weekly dose of links:
What the hell happened to Marvin Clark?
What the hell is this South African...fish?
Here's what the hell happened to Einstein's brain.
Watch out for those Hairy Men!
Watch out for those Mongolian Death Worms!
Watch out for those Workhouse Women!
Watch out for those Tudor Neighbors!
Watch out for those British Werecats!
Watch out for those Jet Chickens!
Watch out for those headless miners!
Watch out for those hatpins!
Indiana is really sinking!
Turns out that "Louis XVI's" blood was a ringer.
More on those Battling Booses I linked to last week.
How two young women bicycled across America in 1944.
Some interesting accounts of blind people and near-death experiences.
And don't ignore the possible animal NDEs!
The real Valley of the Dolls. I like quiet neighbors.
The damnable Byron H. Robb and his electro-magnetic brushes.
All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream...
The Devil visits Copenhagen, 1826.
The real Hell's Angels: Tales of ghostly cyclists.
Louise Mourey, scandalous midwife.
Out: Roman Empire brought down by lead. In: Roman Empire brought down by concrete!
A brief history of burning libraries.
A Martian tourist takes a selfie.
Young women are visited by awful, beer-guzzling monsters. No, no, that's not a preview of my Derby party tomorrow, but it probably comes pretty close.
The Parisian Sweeney Todd.
The hidden history of the "Victorian Titanic."
The Great Diamond Hoax of 1871.
Jane Austen goes to war.
Cold Nose College, where you can earn a degree in training chickens.
Or perhaps you would prefer to enroll in the Thespian Horse College?
Dueling in 18th century Dublin: a how-to guide.
Mock-dueling in 19th century France: a how-not-to guide.
Behaving badly in 18th century Harvard: another how-to guide.
A look back at the Raven Poetry Circle.
Shakespeare vs. Prince Philip.
Solving the riddle of the "time-travel murder."
A 16th century Facebook.
Atlit Yam: a submerged 9,000 year old settlement.
The "S" stands for nothing: The renaming of Hiram Ulysses Grant.
Paul Revere's Ride: no big deal?
Sir Isaac Newton, UFO hoaxer.
Birth of a legend: The debut of Spring-Heeled Jack.
On Darwin and extraterrestrial life.
And, finally, behold the Sacred Hierarchy of Victorian Beards.
To digress a bit: Last year at this time, I invited everyone to suggest a horse for me to bet in the Derby. It proved to be a wash-out, financially speaking (I'm not sure if Verrazano has crossed the finish line yet) so, naturally, I'm eager to do it again this year. Because that's just how my mind works.
"California Chrome had a message for his @KentuckyDerby competition this morning" - @ABRLive pic.twitter.com/rlan01NzMW
— Santa Anita Park (@santaanitapark) April 30, 2014
I have to say that I'll be rooting for California Chrome. His trainer, Art Sherman, is a friend of a friend of mine, so I'd like to see him win. Sherman's one of the good guys. Besides, I feel I owe some loyalty to him because the other weekend he gave me a tip on another horse of his who won at very handsome odds. But if anyone has any other horses they like, say so in the comments. If I get any suggestions from you, I'll use them with CC for an exotic bet. Picture the honor of telling all your friends you helped a fifth-rate blogger with an audience that could fit into a golf cart cash her first Derby ticket since the Reagan Administration. Here's the field. (Note: Hoppertunity has been scratched.)