“Look at me! Look how cute I am!”
Yes, Iggy, you’re cute.
“I’ve even got one ear flopping near my eye!”
Yes, I see that.
“I’m way more adorable than a stupid wallet!”
That’s not the point —
“It’s just a boring black lump! I’m sweet! I have a fluffy little face!”
You chewed up my driver’s license and credit cards, Iggy.
“Heh. Yeah. It was fun.”
“Look. I’m sad. Close the laptop and play with me.”
I can’t right now, Iggy. I’m working. You know that. And where’s that music coming from?
“Huh? What music?”
My iPad! You downloaded a Sarah McLachlan album?
“No! I didn’t! I couldn’t, because I’m too depressed to move! All because you won’t play with me!”
Emotional-blackmailing freak.
“What! It works on TV!”
(If animals ever figure out iTunes, we’re doomed. We’ll be walking around weeping and giving them anything they want. And Sarah McLachlan will be able to buy entire vacation planets.)
“Hi! Hi reader people! Hi hi hi hi hi! Hey, Karen, look! The Iggy Dialogues has a follower already!”
Impossible. This is just the first post here, and it’s not even published yet.
“No, really! Look! A follower!”
Let me see that… okay, Iggy, “MakeMoneyBusinessBlogging” is a spammer.
“Oooh, a spammer? Hi, spammer!”
Iggy, that’s not really a —
“I love MakeMoneyBusinessBlogging a lot!”
Whatever makes you happy.
The Iggy Dialogues 