How I wish I could visit the Science Museum of London to see these incredible wax anatomical figures, originally created circa 1810-1830.
Archive for oddities
It looks like I was featured on Freshly Pressed, which has brought some new readers to this blog. If you’re new here…welcome! Please relax and stay a while…like this guy (by Michael Pratt):
…or booze and mornings.
GalenaLarkin created this fabulous alien in the style of Lisa Frank (boy, that brings me back!).
Speaking of, if I ever get married, forget those cheesy “Bride” T-shirts girls wear at wedding showers (etc.), I want THIS shirt (ironically, this level of geekiness probably diminishes my chances of “pair bonding” in the first place).
Here’s an oddity that’s right up my alley. A Christmas spice cake baked in 1911 was found in an abandoned closet, and now resides in Golden Valley, MN, with its current owner Pierre Girard.
The cake carried an inscription on the bottom that said “Xmas Cake Baked in Year 1911 by my Mother’s Brother Alex died December 27. Was operated on Xmas Day.”
Though petrified, the cake still carries the mild scent of cinnamon and spices.
It filled me with joy to learn that Pierre recently threw a party FOR the cake, rather than having cake at a party. Excellent move!
Soon I will post some holiday goodies, but let’s see what non-celebratory things we have lurking on the desktop today…
Talk about getting into the spirit! Snappy, in a territorial moment, attacked the water filter in his enclosure at the reptile park. Soon after, he turned orange, which has thus far been attributed to to algae or tannins in the water.
I think Snappy knew exactly what he was doing.
I suppose it could be worse…these things could be happening.
Since I saw this on Boing Boing, I’m sure it’s already gotten quite a bit of buzz. But I can’t deny you guys a 16th Century mechanical monk if you haven’t seen him yet.
In the Smithsonian Institution is a sixteenth-century automaton of a monk, made of wood and iron, 15 inches in height. Driven by a key-wound spring, the monk walks in a square, striking his chest with his right arm, raising and lowering a small wooden cross and rosary in his left hand, turning and nodding his head, rolling his eyes, and mouthing silent obsequies. From time to time, he brings the cross to his lips and kisses it. After over 400 years, he remains in good working order.
Watch it in action:
And read a bit more about this lovely oddity on The Blackbird Archive.