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Skulls and Sausages

Illustrated London News for Saturday, October 8, 1898 with Professor Rudolf Virchow on the cover
Cover of The Illustrated London News for Saturday, October 8, 1898

It’s a shame more people don’t pose with random skulls these days.

(Note: In its own random way, the damage to the paper makes this image of the “Father of Modern Pathology” Rudolf Virchow even better.)

Fun Fact: In 1986, Otto von Bismarck challenged Rudolf Virchow to a duel. Virchow turned down the challenge, but it lives on as the infamous SAUSAGE DUEL.

“Bismarck’s challenge to Virchow was something of a media sensation. Sometimes readers will now find this duel is fictionalized as the sausage duel. In brief, the tale says that after Bismarck issued the challenge, Virchow accepted, and since he had been challenged, he had the choice of weapons. He chose pork sausages, a cooked one for himself and a raw one for Bismarck. The raw sausage would inevitably have infected Bismarck with Trichinella. Bismarck then withdrew from the duel.” — from Virchow’s page at Famous Scientists

Would you like to know more? Check out “The Great Sausage Duel of 1865” at Skulls in the Stars.

Hey! Skulls! We’ve circled back!

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Grackles

A grackle came,
And then another.
Maybe friend,
Or maybe brother.
Soon a gang,
So iridescent,
Eating seeds
Until tumescent.
I walked outside,
Which sent them packin’,
And now my yard
Is grackle-lackin’.

Bram Stoker’s North Dakota

“Renfield, vut in the vurld is going on out there, blah?”

Management heard him say “Work is hell.” one too many times.

Dante

The end of Sears nears.

Sears, Gateway Mall, Bismarck, North Dakota

Behold, the Asshole Lane.

Behold, the Asshole Lane (AKA the Testy Twat Triangle). It is found at the intersection of Main Avenue and 26th Street in Bismarck, North Dakota.

Home of the Asshole Lane

Home of the Asshole Lane


Its origin was probably one of good intentions, or at least an attempt to correct a mistake, but all that has long been forgotten. Continue reading

Balloon Metaphor

The little yellow balloon was promised blue skies.
Into which it could float, and fly, and rise, rise, rise.
It was lies. All lies.