In fact, I have given strict instructions to Mrs Crox that were I to predecease her, she should strap me into a Bad Mobo Scooter, attach a rocket motor to it, point me at the end of the pier, and let rip. Should, after this maneouvre, I have a hard time sinking, she should get any handy bowmen she finds around the place to pierce my corpse with fiery arrows, or, failing that, notify the Sea Mammal Research Unit.
But I digress. Yes, it's farewell - but not good-bye. For, notwithstanding inasmuch as which, this blog will be moving here, or, for the hard-of-linking:
Please put this link in your favourite reader/blogroll/pipe, and ... er ... smoke it. I shall be there from .... well, now, actually... and will be blogging at that location henceforth, or, if you are reading this later, hencefifth.
But don't worry. The blog will appear very similar, and contain the same blend of serious ruminations, sage cogitations, perpicacious prestidigitations and comedic notices. This blog - the one you're reading - won't be purged, merged, splurged or otherwise deleted. Copies have been moved to the new site, but the original will just sit here, rather, one might imagine, as does the Parthenon - imposing from a distance, but rather shabby close up and missing its marbles. So I'd strongly recommend you switch your attention to
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just as soon as your moving digits are able.
I can imagine that you'll have all sorts of questions. Who is this Occam? Wherefore his Typewriter? How Do I Work This? What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted? and so on and so forth in like fashion. Answers to many of these questions can be found here - Occam's Typewriter is an independent, self-supporting blogging collective, founded by small but nonetheless erumpent band of current and erstwhile scientists, who like to write. Some of us write about science, and the tzores of the scientific life. Others prefer riding off into the sunset accompanied by a unicycling girrafe.
Much as I have enjoyed being on Blogger, doing my own thing just the way I like it, it does get a bit lonely out here, perhaps even rather windswept. Sometimes it's nice to schmooze up with a bunch of fellow bloggers, kinda cosy, like a gang, you know, just us, hangin' with the 'hood [that's enough trying to get down with the kids - Ed].
Well, anyway, as the man said, you might say I'm a