Strange company has been trying to pick some winners at the racetrack this week.
We're not doing nearly as well as the cats.
This week's Amble Through the Anomalous:
As it so happens, we know exactly what the hell this is. And I for one rather wish we didn't.
What the hell are they hearing in British Columbia?
Who the hell killed New York patriarch Benjamin Nathan? A classic American unsolved mystery.
What the hell is on the road in Mexico?
What the hell is on the beach in Ghana?
Who the hell is making the world's creepiest Facebook status updates?
What the hell happened in the French Alps a year ago?
What the hell happened to these ancient cities?
A rundown of some, well, novel ways of making a living. Although it's hard to picture anything more crazy-inducing than being a professional Ray of Sunshine.
We hear about haunted houses all the time. Why so few tales of haunted ships?
The Dark Legacy of Carlos Castaneda; Or, The Case of the Disappearing Disciples.
Perhaps it's time for us all to admit that we just don't know jack about history.
Well. Anyone for a nice, relaxing mountain stroll? If anyone needs me for anything, I'll just be right here, cowering under my desk and hugging the ground.
The Kaiser and the British soldier who kept his word.
I'm just passing this along for the benefit of my readers who happen to be rich women longing for a sixtyish, unemployed, sandwich-board-wearing, desperation-oozing, Phil-Collins-loving boy toy.
A map of Europe...that's about a million years old?
Because around here, we just can't get enough of those Naval Cats.
In search of Beowulf!
The kind of thing that happens when a scoundrel marries a home-wrecker.
The kind of thing that happens when a "love experiment" involving a psychopath goes very, very wrong.
The disappearance of the McStay family: A modern-day mystery.
The most beautiful places in the world you'll almost certainly never, never see.
If I'm understanding this correctly, reading my blog will be the death of you. But you probably already guessed that.
That's it for this week, gang. I'll be back Monday with a 19th century New York enigma involving the East River and a mysterious box of corpses.