Friday, April 17, 2015
Weekend Link Dump
The weekend is almost here!
Go out and have a ball.
Let's toss around a few links:
What the hell is in the middle of this Siberian lake?
What the hell is this Oregon cabin?
We're still wondering...What the hell is on Ceres?
We're still wondering...Where the hell is Jesus' tomb?
Watch out for the jitterbugging coal!
Watch out for the Worm of Linton!
Watch out for those female samurai warriors!
Watch out for those female vampires and their satanic yoga!
Watch out for Mad Meg!
John Phair's long road to the gallows.
A handy guide to DIY thunder and lightning.
Here's a fun thought for the weekend: Some of the many ways we could wipe out our solar system. And, knowing humans, one of these days we're probably going to do just that.
A haunted Victorian mansion is on the market.
Mary Morgan, overoptimistic child-killer.
Pietro d'Abano, dark magician and cheese hater.
Lozen, the warrior woman.
Finding ancient history in a sewer pipe.
Some unfairly overlooked ancient ruins.
The Mad Hypnotist's Tea Party.
The discovery of a 1000-year-old tunnel.
The fossil of "Lucy" contains a little something extra.
Science has determined that you should play your cats Beethoven instead of AC/DC. No, I'm not making this up.
The Abraham Lincoln curse.
Campgrounds in Hell, anyone?
On fairy circles and skin cells.
Brief rant: It freaking infuriates me to see the breeding of "designer" cats and dogs when the shelters are full of, let's say, "organic" pets who badly need homes. Give those hundreds of dollars you were going to spend on a Frankenkitty to the animals who really need it. Some people. Argh.
Well, this definitely does not look good.
Renting a wife in Georgian England.
Marie Antoinette lost me at the pigeon water.
A saint on the Titanic?
I'm guessing this means Santa is really a dwarflike, misshapen fairy.
A real-life doppelganger tale.
Going out on the town in 1967 Manhattan.
A particularly sad case of "bride kidnapping."
A Roman villa in Yorkshire.
Why digging up ancient mounds is rarely a good idea.
Smacking the Chikor is not so great, either.
And don't even consider dreaming about John Wilkes Booth.
The sad case of Jiggs, epicurean Brooklyn fire dog.
Husband and wife battle it out in the 18th century newspapers.
Albert Bender and the Woman in Black.
The mysteries of a 17th century mummy.
That time Ben Franklin hoaxed a newspaper.
They're not just finding kings under parking lots.
The alleys of the East End.
The island of decomposing dolls.
And, finally, here's...well, I'm damned if I know what to call this.
And that's it! See you on Monday, when we'll be looking at a very unfunny practical joke. In the meantime, one of my readers posted this song on my Facebook page. (Thanks, Carol!) The more I listen to it, the more it grows on me.