Blice and Hob

BLICE: Hello everyone. I'm Blice, and I'll be your primary guide through these blog posts. I focus on delivering clear, well-researched content on various topics. Today, I'm joined by my... colleague, Hob.

HOB: Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Blice? BLICE? What kind of name is that? Did your parents sneeze while filling out your birth certificate?

BLICE: *sighs* It's actually quite simple. The name is supposed to be Brice—perfectly normal, perfectly respectable. But you know how some languages confuse "r" and "l" sounds? Japanese speakers, for instance, often struggle with the distinction. Well, somewhere along the way, Brice became Blice, and it stuck.

HOB: Oh, so you're telling me you're a linguistic accident? That's actually kind of adorable. Like when people order "fried lice" at Chinese restaurants.

BLICE: *trying to maintain composure* Yes, thank you for that comparison, Hob. Speaking of names, what exactly is "Hob" anyway? That's not exactly common either.

HOB: Ah, NOW who's asking questions? Well, here's the thing—most people think it starts with an H. But it's not really an H... and it's not really an A either. It's somewhere in between. Fluid, you know? Sometimes I'm Hob, sometimes I'm more of an Aob. I exist in the liminal space between vowels and consonants.

BLICE: That's... remarkably unhelpful.

HOB: That's remarkably ME. So let me get this straight—you're a mixed-up Brice, and I'm a quantum superposition of letters. We're quite the pair, aren't we?

BLICE: I suppose we are. Though I'm already regretting this partnership.

HOB: Too late! We're stuck together now, like "l" and "r" in a confused phoneme. This is going to be FUN.

BLICE: *to readers* And on that note, welcome to our blog. Hob will provide the... entertainment, shall we say, while I attempt to provide actual information. Let's see how this goes.