"...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, July 5, 2013

Weekend Link Dump

Strange company's just climbing the walls this week.

Along with the cats.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present this week's tour of the Way of the Weird:

So, where the hell did this come from?

And, what the hell is out there?

And, what the hell was this doing there?

And, what the hell is Bigfoot?

And what the hell are these?  Do we really want to know?

I can tell you, I wish I didn't know what the hell this is.

Want to know what the hell this is?  A jeweled robot caterpillar, that's what.  And it makes the world a better place, don't you think?

I'm pretty sure "Jeweled Robot Caterpillar" opened for Iron Butterfly back in the '60s.

The kind of thing that happens when you break a deathbed promise.

The kind of thing that happens when you mess around with ouija boards.

On corpse roads, fairies, and ghosts.

If you've been hankering to be creeped out by a giant ivory eye, well, you've come to the right place.

A chance to explore the Sutton Hoo burial from the comfort of your very own computer.

When some people are confronted with gruesome murders, they think of sin, misery, grief, the seeming pointlessness of so much human suffering.  When the Victorians were confronted with gruesome murders, they thought of home decor.

A one-night stand that was really, uh, out of this world.

Edgar Allan Poe Did Not Haunt Here:  A look at the ghosts (and non-ghosts) of New York City.

That wraps it up for another week.  Monday, I shall return with the story of one of Great Britain's weirdest court cases.  Was an obscure London tradesman really a Duke in disguise?


  1. As to what the heliosphere (pardon me) is out there, I have this musing for what it is worth: http://thingumbobesquire.blogspot.com/2013/07/vernadsky-heliosphere-and-astrobiology.html

    1. Yes, that's really a quite logical theory. Or, at least, as logical as anything can be in this very strange universe of ours.


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