Today I am continuing my campaign to become a hipster. Without access to the old intertronic network that the kids love so much, I am now relying on other sources for my information on hip people, as well as a proper explanation of what this “ster” thing is that I hear so much about. I…Read more
The creator of the Blobland Band series of books, comics and radio plays. Hubert Schlongson's original stories were written to pay his mounting gambling debts after his short-lived olympic career ended in scandal following an all night bender involving baked beans, a diver's jerkin and a Flugelhorn.
The Hipster Resolution
Greetings, fellow humanoids! It’s the new year and, as is the post-festive wont, I am making a resolution! Today’s resolution is to become a hipster. I heard it’s all “hip” and “trendy” and I’m all for things with hips in them, on account of how I was once accused of being a “hippy” due to…Read more
A tale of tupperware
I don’t know how it happened, dear reader, but I somehow managed to find myself gainfully employed. I never thought the helter-skelter of my life would take such a drastic turn into plebsville but here I am, scouring bee thoraxes in the local veterinary clinic for minimum wage. A gentleman of my stature should not be…Read more
The tale of the Net-launch-a-me-do
It was with great sadness that I last visited my old friend Nob Mouse for while in the past I have leaped with joy through the portal under my stairs, keen to partake in his village of strangely saccarine-scented hills and valleys, this time I was unfortunate enough to need somewhere to hide – and…Read more
A chat on the sofa
Nob Mouse came to visit me the other day. This isn’t something that happens a lot, normally I go to visit him, but on occasion he likes to take a little time away from the quiet life at Blob City so he can experience the hustle and bustle of city life here with me. He…Read more
A mad obsession?
It had been a while since I had visited Café Nob but when I finally had the time to go back, I jumped at the chance. Nob was there, of course, and he seemed pleased to see me. I ordered my usual – a plate of home-fried chips and a big mug of tea –…Read more
I once asked Nob Mouse about currency. I was interested in how Blobland managed to survive without a true currency of any sort. ‘What’s a currency?’ asked Nob. ‘It sounds like some kind of raisin.’ ‘You’re thinking about currants, aren’t you?’ I said. ‘Yes. That’s right, isn’t it? You give one-another currants in exchange for…Read more
‘I’ve been thinking,’ said Nob. ‘Oh?’ I asked. ‘About what?’ ‘About how globes are a silly idea for living on.’ He sipped his tea through a twirly straw, as was his usual choice. I took mine straight from the mug but he said the straw added a certain hint of something one can’t quite put…Read more
A visit to Café Nob
Some people think Nob Mouse is not real. To these people, I say: “Hahahahahaha! You poor, deluded souls.” I was talking to Nob about this just the other day, when I popped by Café Nob for one of my regular visits. It’s a nice place, I’d recommend it to anyone. Nob is a most courteous…Read more