"...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, June 6, 2014

Weekend Link Dump

As we await the possibly historic Belmont Stakes, Strange Company is in the saddle and ready to ride.

The cats were way ahead of us, of course.

And this week's links are out of the starting gate!

Why the hell was BOAC Flight 777 gone with the wind?

What the hell are the Senegambian Stone Circles?

What the hell happened to the Screaming Mummy?

What the hell was under W.J. Gordon's house?

What the hell flew over Belgrade in 1977?

What the hell is this?

Ontario is really booming!

Watch out for those Zombie Floods!

Watch out for those Alberta Nippers!

Watch out for those Ogden Monsters!

Academia is Hell.  Really.

Because what's summer without hitting the beach with your copy of "Crimes of the House of Austria Against Mankind?"

Sea serpents a go-go.

Oral history and Robert Herrick.

Georgia on the UFO's mind.

The story of the Ocean Child.

Charles Darwin: Survival of the Plagiarists?

The world's oldest trousers.  Not Necropants, thankfully.

The world's oldest cat!

The Lady and the Dolphin.  Sort of an X-rated "Flipper."

17th century whale does a photobomb.

A puzzle involving World War II, star-crossed lovers...and, oh yes, $40 million is riding on the solution.

A child-killer is sentenced to afterlife in prison.

Decoding Anglo-Saxon art.

So, who ever said being a Messiah was easy?

Feline Silent Film stars.

Creeping out Nikola Tesla.

Jane Reeve:  The short life of a Georgian-era girl.

A brief look at the heroic donkeys of WWI.

Timely:  A look at some Triple Crown winners of the past.

And, finally, good luck to California Chrome tomorrow. Sweep it like Secretariat!

So long for now, gang. See you Monday with a tale involving life insurance, severed hands, and clown costumes.

1 comment:

  1. A Weekly Link Dump - now I can really start my weekend!


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