In which we see the entire spirit of this blog summed up in one vintage cat photo.
Let's start squinting at this week's links:
What the hell is hovering over Wisconsin?
What the hell is hovering over Malaysia?
What the hell is hovering over Argentina?
What the hell was hovering over Staten Island in 2001?
What the hell was the Shapira Deuteronomy?
What the hell are the Blue Picketts?
What the hell happened to the Franklin Expedition? It's looking like we've at least found some clues.
Watch out for those brothel-crashing, piano-playing philosophers!
If you're going to Yankee Stadium, watch out for stray bulls!
If you're going to an 18th century theater, watch out for Chinese Festivals!
A Roman Britain treasure hoard and the Colchester supermarket.
Because I cannot read the words "Tough Guy Christmas Pudding" without giggling like a maniac.
That is to say, giggling like a maniac even more than I usually do. Which is a frightening thought.
But I digress.
So, how old is Gunung Padang?
That time Einstein endorsed a psychic.
The world's sweetest weapon of mass destruction.
A look at the dark side of love in the Regency Era. Watch out for those Tattling Tabbies and sloppy neckcloths!
EsoterX: Hell's Travel Agent.
Why does this not really surprise me?
While we're on the subject of ancient Egypt, meet Tjat.
Patching yourself up.
Images of London at the time of Gladstone's funeral.
Meet Greg Krueger. I approve of Greg Krueger.
Well, here's my travel bucket list.
Has Jack the Ripper finally been identified? Uh...perhaps. And perhaps not. [Note: If you want more evidence showing just how--to put it most politely--questionable this "new evidence" is, go read through the forums on the Casebook: Jack the Ripper site and watch this "solution" get thoroughly demolished.]
Perhaps aliens are best off remaining...alien.
Feigning insanity in the Victorian Era.
I don't know if this house is haunted, but I can say you wouldn't get me near the place.
The tale of the Victorian Watercress Girl.
Looking for Atlantis...in Bolivia?!
In which we pay a visit to the Dead Letter Office. And if you're a regular reader of this blog, I think you know what that means.
In which we see a professor's Death Mask. And even if you're a regular reader of this blog, you can't even guess what that means.
Lord and Lady Campbell's Marriage From Hell had the predictable Divorce From Hell.
The saintly but sad Jeanne de Valois.
A sequel to last week's link about the equine hero Warrior: More animals who bravely served during WWI.
And, finally: Los Lobos reminds us that hey, it's Friday!
See you all on Monday, when I'll be looking at a classic English murder mystery.
Those 'blue pickets' are a bit eerie. If they are insects, I wouldn't know if they were biting me or not. I'd rather deal with the bulls in Yankee Stadium.
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