"...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, November 21, 2014

Weekend Link Dump

Strange Company would like to remind everyone that the unlikeliest souls can become the best of friends.

On to the Link Fest:

Who the hell murdered this mummy?

Who the hell murdered the Jamison family?

What the hell is happening on Mars?

What the hell are the Sajama Lines?

What the hell is this Russian screw?

What the hell crashed in Las Vegas in 1962?

What the hell flashed over the Urals?

Watch out for the Jake Bird Hex!

Are you Italian?  Watch out for those World Wars!

Are you Japanese?  Watch out for those suicidal station spirits!

Are you living in the Georgian Era?  Watch out for those cosmetics!

A look at the tragic death of champion racehorse Alydar.  (Although I still believe the "conspiracy theories" dismissed in this article are depressingly plausible.)

Remembering the death of the Man in the Mask.

The perfect museum for all of you who say, "Undine, your blog just isn't freaking weird enough for me."

The plot to kidnap Mary Pickford.

A Victorian quack turns blackmailer.

18th century instant soup.

The case of the poisoning witch.

A look at the most prominent of Mary Stuart's "Four Maries."

A Cheltenham poltergeist.

Giving a whole new meaning to the words "raising a family."

The nun who was a split personality.  Literally!

Napoleon Bonaparte: Freaking lousy cryptographer.

Flour of Brimstone: good for anything that ails you!

Puppy Water:  good for anything that ails you!

Stepping into dead men's shoes: The depressing world of the coroner's auction.

Exploring those weird Siberian craters.  Paging H.P. Lovecraft!

Male vanity, 1890s style.

How to build a terracotta army.

The two and four-legged denizens of Cat Alley.

The strange, sad life of Arbella Stuart.

The weirdness of West Dorset.

An attempt to understand Leonardo's brain.

Uncovering an Irish party stash.

An Iceland cemetery that also serves as Reykjavik's unofficial oldest museum.

A highly unfunny 19th century hoax.

Meanwhile, the Radio City Music Hall has made the Rockettes an all-cat lineup.

And there you have it for this week! See you on Monday, when I'll be covering a still-unsolved disappearance that unleashed a very public family scandal. In the meantime, here's some Joan Armatrading:


  1. That coroner's auction was sad reading. Items that meant so much to people reduced to nickels and dimes. At least one man thought to contact the suicide's family.

  2. The story of Italy's disastrous participation in World War Two would be a funny piece of buffoonery, if it weren't for the fact that thousands died because of it. And one humiliation for the Italians that the writer left out was their attempt to profit from Germany's invasion of France. Thirty-six Italian Army divisions attacked France (the 'stab in the back') while the bulk of the French Army was in the north facing (and surrendering) to the Germans. The Italians were forced back by a total of six French divisions, made up of old and medically unfit reservists. The first clue Il Duce should have had...


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