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Here’s a little page that could get addicting, in a somewhat voyeuristic sort of way — a continually refreshing live list of Seattle 911 ‘incidents’. Right now there’s one ‘Aid Response’ and one ‘Medic Response’ in progress.

Now I know where to go when I hear sirens outside my window!

(via the Seattle LiveJournal community)

(…as long as you replace the batteries, of course.)

(via Jim)

This may seem a bit off, this time of year — more appropriate for Halloween, perhaps — but the story fascinated me…

Closed-circuit security cameras at Hampton Court Palace, the huge Tudor castle outside London, seem to have snagged an ethereal visitor. Could it be a ghost?

“We’re baffled too — it’s not a joke, we haven’t manufactured it,” said Vikki Wood, a Hampton Court spokeswoman, when asked if the photo the palace released was a Christmas hoax. “We genuinely don’t know who it is or what it is.”

Wood said security guards had seen the figure in closed-circuit television footage after checking it to see who kept leaving open one of the palace’s fire doors.

In the still photograph, the figure of a man in a robe-like garment is shown stepping from the shadowy doorway, one arm reaching out for the door handle.

The area around the man is somewhat blurred, and his face appears unnaturally white compared with his outstretched hand.

“It was incredibly spooky because the face just didn’t look human,” said James Faukes, one of the palace security guards.

“My first reaction was that someone was having a laugh, so I asked my colleagues to take a look. We spoke to our costumed guides, but they don’t own a costume like that worn by the figure. It is actually quite unnerving,” Faukes said.

(via Prairie)

I’m generally not a huge fan of ‘linkdump’ posts, but if I want to get these posted before having to run to my bus…

• \~55 operating systems on one Apple Powerbook (via /.)
• (At Least) 100 Years Of Powered Human Flight: /. discusses the Wright Brothers (and their possible predecessors).
• Pros and cons of MS keyboards. I use a (discontinued) Microsoft Office Keyboard, and am quite happy with it, aside from that damn ‘F Lock’ key that won’t default to ‘on’. (via Scoble)
• The best Christmas thing I’ve seen this year. Once it’s loaded, shake the globe. :) (via Mike)
• The cost of the 12 Days of Christmas: \$101,206.09 (via /.)

I’ve mentioned Emperor Norton (first [and only] Emperor of the United States) here in the past. Today I found Will’s link to the “Which Historical Loony are you?” quiz, where he came out as Emperor Norton. So, I bounced over, took the test…and whaddaya know…

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?\
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

You are Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America!

Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.

Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of \$25 for using the abominable nickname “Frisco” for your home city.

Your days consisted of parading around your domain – the San Francisco streets – in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord’s Prayer quietly, head bowed.

Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as “Emperor”.

The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline “Le Roi est Mort”. Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.

The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.