This week's Link Dump is sponsored by a celebrity, the formidable Carlyle.
And some guy who probably thought he could dance as well as a cat.
|Photo by John Swope, 1962|
Who the hell shot Annie Dorman?
Where the hell is Bach?
Why the hell did the ancients bury dogs as if they were family members? Why not?
Watch out for that tombstone madness!
Want to know where all the bodies are buried? London, that's where.
Antarctica's first best-selling book. All right, Antarctica's only best-selling book.
The dark side of digging up the dead. All right, the especially dark side of digging up the dead.
Money-madness leads to death.
Money-madness leads to ghosts.
Let's talk Japanese shape-shifting raccoon dogs.
A look at early 20th century embalming.
The American voice of Nazi Germany.
An 18th century (accused) serial killer.
The mystery of the ancient bronze hand.
"The Dating Game," 8th century style.
You know, maybe holding a mass public event during an epidemic isn't such a great idea.
I am eternally grateful to SC reader Floodmouse for letting me know that in Russia, one can become a professional baby moose impersonator.
In case you're in need of an Egyptian magic spell, here you go.
The Metropolitan Association for Befriending Young Servants.
Some real life "Weekend at Bernie's."
A UFO con man.
On the old practice of photographing the eyes of the dead.
On the old practice of informing bees when someone dies.
What the well-dressed 10th century woman was wearing.
Historical examples of delayed executions.
Famed caricaturist George Cruikshank.
How French Revolutionaries changed time.
Bruce Lee, zombie celebrity.
The world's oldest known animal.
Coals to Newcastle, Iceland edition.
That's all for this week! See you on Monday, when we'll look at a lethal weekend house party. In the meantime, here's my favorite Fleetwood Mac song, from the time when they were a band instead of an extended soap opera.
Any other Southern Californians remember the late great KNX-FM? I'm pretty sure that's where I first heard the song. There was a time when it seemed you couldn't walk into a Los Angeles shop or restaurant without KNX playing in the background. I can't hear this song without being transported to Westwood Village, circa 1980...Ah, the old days, when this town was still fun...