We’ve lost a good one tonight — Mr. Wizard, who taught me all about the mechanics of swallowing upside-down (no, really) has gone to the great laboratory in the sky. Or the ground. If we can take any comfort during this time, it is that he accomplished a helluva a lot in his 89 years, and also that he lived a good deal longer than Jerry Falwell. Let’s remember him with his previous mentionings on this blog in the past:
Bill is an affable guy. Heâ€™s fun, zany, and the kids love him. Heâ€™s like Mr. Wizard, only kind of cute and still alive. Iâ€™m pretty sure, though, that Mr. Wizard never pissed off a fundamentalist.
Iâ€™d like to apologize to all the readers of Memoirs of a Skepchick. Though I try to enact the highest standards of quality in each and every post, circumstances beyond my control prevent me from performing even the most basic editorial tasks, such as running a spell check, having someone read for grammar, or, you know, fact checking.
I ask that you all mourn his passing by observing a moment of science.
(thanks to Carrie for the heads up)