Blob Thing: Super Hero at a Geek Retreat

Something has gone wrong.  A plan was made.  A plan was broken.  The plan was made for this blog.  And that plan has plain and simply gone wrong.

The very first post, the one that introduced Blob Thing, says this: The idea is that I will post one photo of Blob Thing each day.  One photo.  Just one.  And the idea was that not a lot would be said about that photo.  Just a photo.  With a little explanation to say what Blob had been doing that day.

This is the twentieth post on the blog and what have we seen?  [edit: This is not the twentieth post. It was the twentieth post until Blob decided it was more important to talk about something else that day.  This is now the twenty-sixth post having been shunted to make way for Blob clearly stating #RefugeesWelcome on day twenty.]

More than one photo has been posted on pretty much every day.

Lots of explanation and stories and even Blob Thing getting philosophical about the nature of existence, the meaning of life and subjects such as freedom.

That wasn't meant to happen but this is Blob's blog and he gets to choose what goes into it and what is said and not said.  It turns out that he has a lot in his little head.  Who would have guessed it from the beginning?

Sometimes Blob doesn't want to worry about the deep things.  He doesn't want to think about the troubles of the world or the craziness of human beings.  He just wants to have some fun and be crazy himself for a while.  A different kind of crazy.  The craziness of a Blob being childlike and running and whooping and laughing with the wind and the rain and the sun and with the beauty of the world.  The craziness of exuberantly celebrating his own existence and his ability to smile each day.

He heard a song a while ago and told his person that it wasn't just girls.  Oh no.  Blobs just wanna have fun too.  So here are a few pictures of Blob, having fun.  They were taken at Geek Retreat in Newcastle.

Here is Blob, being rescued from SPECTRE by Captain America.

Blob gets very confused between the bad guys in different stories.  But he doesn't care.

He watched most of Marvel's Agents of Shield but still can't tell the difference between Hydra, SPECTRE and THRUSH.

Here is Blob Thing pretending to be a comic.  Although maybe he is more highbrow than a comic.  He is more of a graphic novel.

He has been told that if you call a graphic novel a comic then lots of people are liable to get very annoyed.  He can't quite understand by a book made up of comic content isn't a comic book but he's a very kind creature and doesn't want to annoy anyone so he's careful not to call a graphic novel by any other name, even if someone as famous as Alan Moore would call it a comic!

Blob finds these kind of debates very confusing.  He can't see why people would ever argue about such unimportant things when there are so many important things that would be more worthy of their attention.




And then there's this picture.  Blob Thing is very proud of this picture indeed.  When he looks at this picture he can dream and imagine and think about how he could be a super hero too.  [Blob's person likes to remind him that this picture was taken in the cafe toilet, that he is posing in an inauspicious place.  Blob would stick his tongue out at his person.  Except he hasn't got a tongue to stick out.]

Blob's person already things that Blob is a hero.  And that Blob's creator is a hero.  And sometimes she even thinks that she is a hero.  There are many heroes and the best of them don't have super powers or billion dollar fictional technology to help them.  They don't need to have saved the world.  They don't need to be on the front cover of magazines or be known by millions of people.

Blob agrees.

There are heroes all around us and we only have to look out for them.






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