A Sunny Day in Dyatlov Pass

so every now and then i find something that is just too cool (or creepy) to pass up. tonight, i hit gold. while chain-clicking Stumble Upon i ran into the Wikipedia article on unusual deaths (check out Aeschylus--hahahaha!) and as i went down i noticed a nice paragraph entitled "Dyatlov Pass Incident".
In February 1959, nine hikers tried to stroll through the Ural Mountains in the middle of winter (in Russia, even worse than Wisconsin) from one big butt mountain to the next. but they never got to the second mountain. one of them had to go home early due to sickness (what a girl!) but the others continued on. On February 2nd, under the mountain of Kholat Syakhl (a native name meaning Mountain of the Dead. yeah, great idea. "hey guys! lets walk around the Mountain of the Dead! we're not asking for trouble!") something happened. here's where the facts get fuzzy.
cue thunder and lightning. somebody holds a flashlight under their face. scared yet? something happened, we're not sure what. in the middle of the night the underwear-clad six men and two women tore out of their tent in terror in a temperature of -25 C without shoes or even flipflops.
enter Bigfoot, stage left.
one guy's head was splintered. another other three were smashed in the chest "with a force equal to a speeding car" according to one expert. all four of them were thick with radiation, even weeks after the "incident." the other four, scared to go back to their tent in case my brother was still around stayed in the woods until they froze to death. the ones with "suspicious wounds" were tossed in a stream and not found until the ice and snow thawed.
the Russian government didn't even bother trying to explain this one. the hikers were killed by an "unknown compelling force." no, ya think?
there's been a lot of theorizing about exactly what killed the hikers. bigfoot? UFOs? natives? nothing seems to hold up, though. especially not bigfoot. everyone knows he hates russia.
anyway, i just thought i'd share that one with y'all because, well, i'm just that nice.

And Once Again, England Celebrates Its Favoite Folk-Hero-Terrorist

Remember, remember the 5th of November, remember the gunpowder plot I see no reason why the gunpowder treason ever should be forgot.

(many thanks to NFJ who reminded me of this holiday. otherwise, i would have forgotten to remember the fifth of November.)