"...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, October 22, 2021

Weekend Link Dump


"The Witches' Cove," Follower of Jan Mandijn

This week's Link Dump is sponsored by the Strange Company Yacht Club!

Why the hell did so many Roman Emperors die violently?  Just do the math!

Afraid of witches?  We have a cake for that.

The British Army experiences some close-run things.

19th century children's book kills off an apple pie.

In which Michelangelo writes a poem crabbing about painting the Sistine Chapel.

Napoleon and suicide.

The County Clerk's office wants people to get married.

We're starting to know how little we know about ancient humans.

The days of professional scissor grinders.

The families who escaped East Germany in a hot air balloon.

The world's oldest known pet cemetery.

Eyewitness accounts of the bombing of Britain.

The legend of Mother Shipton.

In defense of George III.

A ghost in Bedford-Stuyvesant.

Two cases of girls killed by their fathers.

In which Harry Houdini gets swallowed by a sea monster.

Ancient drinking games were weird.  And, frankly, pretty unpleasant.

Speaking of weird, let's talk cereal.

Some former Air Force officers are claiming that UFOs are messing with our nukes.

The mystery of the Pakistan mummy.

The diplomat who saved people from the Nazis.

An attempted assassination of King George III.

Some little-known "audacious women."

A ghost in the post-mortem room.

Are young British women being "spiked?"

The link between two 18th century portraits.

The lore of keys.

Turning a bunch of skulls into a "contemplative experience."

The world's oldest ghost.

A 19th century cinchona plantation in India.

Was the Jacobite Earl of Mar a secret agent?

Some tips on how to avoid being buried alive.

Yes, cats can see ghosts.  I know this for a fact, because I have a ghost cat in my home, and my (live) ones see him all the time.  Hell, I saw him the other night. 

A remarkable 500 year old shipwreck.

A brief history of the werewolf.

A brief history of wartime counterfeiting.

Al Capone still has his fans, for some reason.

The evolution of Victorian fashion.

The mysterious disappearance of Masterpiece the Poodle.

Old London as seen from the air.

There's evidence suggesting that Italian sailors knew about America way before Columbus.

A double murder in Michigan.

Ancient ways of toothbrushing.

The mystery of the Barabar caves.

More on the controversy over how to put milk in tea.  And here's why the Brits put the milk in at all.

A strange plane crash in the Andes.

Some ancient Halloween traditions.

Elizabeth I and Parliament.

Why ET might be a computer.

The strange case of the Ourang Medan.

A look at the short life of Stephen Crane.

A visit to Jervaulx Abbey.

That time the Earth flipped on its side.

The most haunted places in Los Angeles County.

An elephant's tombstone.

Margaret Tudor goes to Scotland.

Italy and the Battle of Britain.

That's it for this week!  See you on Monday, when we'll look at a Halloween murder mystery.  In the meantime, here's an oldie from the glory days of Stiff Records.  (Bonus points if you remember Stiff's very NSFW slogan.)


  1. If it ain't Stiff, it ain't worth a f**k.

  2. Replies
    1. Pretty much like any other cat. Except, of course, for being a ghost.

  3. As a descendant of Loyalists, I've never considered King George III a tyrant. Other Canadians evidently agreed, as they sent the American army on its way, both times it invaded Canada.

    The reason milk was first used in tea is interesting. I would never have thought it was so utilitarian.

    And if you had any kind of ghost, it's inevitable that it be a cat...

    1. That does seem too obvious. When I was born, my family was living in a house in Auburn, California, that was built in 1876. I recently became curious about what was at the site now. Thanks to a Facebook group devoted to Auburn history, I learned the house was still standing, much to my surprise. A woman who lives near the place said that it’s known as the “cat house,” because the local kitties cluster around it.

      I told her a part of me must still be hanging around. God knows, my heart is still there in Auburn.


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