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Blobby Log Day 111

As written by Blobby in Chapter 7: The Big Blue > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Middle of Night; Day 111
Weather: Typewriter clicking upward like reverse rain-drop-clacks.
Landscape: The paper, never stopping paper.

NOTES:

Suctiony Big Blue CreatureRoy: How’s it going, Blobert?

Blubba: It is not known ashore, but water is ACTUALLY VERY INTERESTING

Blobby: …mrgle…

Blubba: and I, of all creatures, would know

Roy: Well, I painted some things we passed while Blubba was Blabbering…  This Big Blue – it’s really beautiful from below deck – see?

Blubba: for the water has been possibly the greatest friend I have had

Blobby: Awww…

Blubba: you see that it is strong; it will and it does lead you, yet it yields under my fins when it is time for me to lead it

Roy: *yaawn* Okay, back to bed for me…

Blubba: for I am not so large when considering my liquid atmosphere.  I can be quite small, and the waves I make…
Big Blue Creatures!
Blobby:
*sigh*

Blubba: …imperceptible…

Roy: Good night, Blobby.  You’re doing a good job.

Current Mood: *sigh*
Discoveries Made: Worlds. Worlds are below and inside. I didn't know. I didn't know about all these worlds.

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Blobby Log Day 110

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 7: The Big Blue > Vol. 1

Timestamp: ...; Day 110
Weather: ...
Landscape: ...

NOTES:

ZzzzzzzzzPF: *sssNNNNAARghhhhhh* huh? WHA-ba-dat? Whooba?  Uh. Oh.  I must have dozed off.  I see Blubba is still going strong.

Blubba: My father had nothing but contempt for my mother,

Moustachia: *yaa w W W w n* It’s been going fowevew…

Blubba: and rightly so; she, like all female creatures, was cursed with a stupidity of spirit so pervasive,

PF: Indeed, this is the fifth day in a row of continuous speaking in this animal’s life story and the thing has yet to be born.  Blobby, please do not stop taking dictation in case he reveals the location of our beloved Professor Island – drink your caffeinated beverages and please use your auxiliary Typomagrapher to simultaneously record what I say and what Sunburnt Blustery Blubba over here says.  Do you understand?

Blubba: were she also cursed with feet, she surely would have great difficulty in the tying of her own shoelaces,

Blobby: Mmmph-hmm…

Blubba: as all feminine creatures cursed with feet have an immense deficit in the shoe-tying department.

PF: What was that?

Blubba: And my father could tell that my mother would hardly even know what a shoe was,

Blobby: Mmph-myumph…

Blubba: let alone the proper method for its fastening to her hypothetical feet,

PF: ANSWER ME, BLOBERT!

Blubba: which is why he did not permit her to watch him chew his dinners,

Blobby: Garggh!

Blubba: she would most certainly have a cranial failure

Roy: I don’t think he can type two conversations at once and talk to you too.

Blubba: if she had to witness such a complicated feat of motor skill coordination,

Blobby: Ba-hummmgh!

Blubba: that poor insufferable simple twit-mom.

PF: I see.  Well, surely if he COULD talk, he would not complain about this predicament for HE is the one who convinced me to tolerate this enormous arrogance mammal.

Blubba: But she is not to be blamed for the curse of her gender,

Blobby: Grrrrr…

Blubba: just as I am not to be blamed for all the curses that have befallen me by being her son,

PF: Keep up the good work, Blobby – we are all going below deck on the dirigible-boat to sleep.  Cheerio!

Blubba: but just to be clear what we are not to be blamed for, I would like to present to you the Forty-Five Blameless Curses of my Life…

Blobby: Blerg…

Blubba: Number One Blameless Curse: My father.  He was even dumber than my dumb mother.  Men, by and large, are the most completely and thoroughly idiotic turd-brains that ever were…

Current Mood: GOING to BED.
Discoveries Made: Blobby's Incredible Blobby Log Dual Typing SKILLZ.

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 109

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 7: The Big Blue > Vol. 1

Timestamp: ...; Day 109
Weather: zzzzZZZZzzzz
Landscape: ZZZZzzzzZZZZ

NOTES:

SO. MANY. WORDS.Blubba: …whether my grandmother had told that policefish to suck lemons or not is irrelevant, the man CLEARLY had ISSUES.  Issues worthy of lemon-sucking.  Let me tell you just how many Issues are Worthy of Lemon-Sucking, of which, there are twelve main categories, eighty-nine subcategories, and three thousand four hundred and ninety-two real world examples.  Also, and I do not mean to alarm you, but there is even twelve DISPUTED subcategories, which I shall tell you all about, in due time, in reverse order of importance…

PF: Y A A A A A A A A A A W N . . .

Current Mood: ...away! away...
Discoveries Made: ...I do not want to go to University, Mother...

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Blobby Log Day 108

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 7: The Big Blue > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Evening; Day 108
Weather: Bird-filled.
Landscape: Not land. No escape.

NOTES:

Blubba: …which is just one of twenty-seven main arguments for the origin of stretch pants.  Two: The Infamous Stretch Mollusk…

PF: Fascinating…

Current Mood: ...
Discoveries Made: ...

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Blobby Log Day 107

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 7: The Big Blue > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Morning; Day 107
Weather: Sunburny.
Landscape: Waves waving at me - "Come," they wave, "Come swim away from this verbose blowhard."

NOTES:

So much speaking!Blubba: …and many don’t know this, but the whole world was once made of a loose-knit corduroy.  It is true, or at least I have it on good account from my Great Uncle Toby that it was so.  Uncle Toby was possibly the finest sunburnt blubba that ever cut through these salty salty seas.  And you think MY hair is majestic?  Well, my little friend, you should have seen the powerful coif on ol’ Toby Whale!  Majestic times ten!  Eleven!  Twelve! Thir…

PF: Fascinating, my friend! A whole day of nonstop speaking, Blobby.  Surely, this fellow will get to the actual occasion of his birth in this bottomless life story.

Blobby: Erg.

Current Mood: Erg! That is the Word, my man!
Discoveries Made: Erg.

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