The Argument

JJ: Hey, Iggy! You got a sec?

IGGY: I’m swamped right now, J.J. Go bug Oz.

JJ: No, I need to talk to you. And besides, you’re just reading Silver Surfer. Listen, I got a great idea!

IGGY: Oh, man. Listen, J.J., Anytime Oz shows up and says he has an idea, I end up in some sort of mess.

JJ: But this is different. I’ve decided I’m going to start blogging again.

IGGY: Dude, blogging is dead. Now go away. I got to keep this neighborhood safe.

JJ: Keep the neighborhood safe? Man, Iggy. You’ve been reading too many Mercury Hale novels.

IGGY: Those are memoirs, not novels.

JJ: I bet if you asked Mercury if he thought blogging was a good idea, he would agree.

IGGY: He would say you’re crazy.

JJ: Call him.

IGGY: Mercury isn’t taking my calls right now.

JJ: Oh, the dude is ghosting ya, huh?

IGGY: No, he’s got his own problems to deal with.

JJ: Oh, yeah. Like what?

IGGY: Steve Rzasa has been acting up again.

JJ: What did he do now?

IGGY: He quit his job.

JJ: That’s not too bad.

IGGY: Yeah, well, if Mercury has to put up with as much stuff from Steve as I have to deal with from you, then he’s got his hands full.

JJ: Well, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to be blogging again.

IGGY: Seriously? Why would you waste your time doing that?

JJ: Because no one else seems to be. Plus, it means I don’t have to waste time doing TikTok or Reels.

IGGY: I’ve already told you. TikTok is what we should be doing. Everyone else is.

JJ: Yeah, but I stink at TikTok

IGGY: Allen Brokken does TikTok. I bet his characters are happy with him.

JJ: Yeah, but Allen is good at TikTok. I look like a dweeb.

IGGY: Please don’t do this. I mean, why? Why would you start blogging again?

JJ: I have a lot of things I want to say.

IGGY: That’s why you have me. And we should be working on figuring out who Mr. Chesterson is and why all these strange things keep happening in the neighborhood. Now make yourself useful, and go write.

JJ: Oh, I already know who Mr. Chesterson is.

IGGY: Wait, you do?

JJ: You’re getting off-topic. I’m going to start blogging again. Maybe three to four times a week.

IGGY: You’re serious? J.J. Please don’t do this.

JJ: Nope, I’ve made up my mind.

IGGY: Okay, okay. What’s your niche going to be?

JJ: Oh, that’s easy. “Just Whatever.”

IGGY: “Just Whatever?”

JJ: Sounds cool, right?

IGGY: J.J. That’s not a niche. That’s not even an itch.

JJ: It makes sense to me.

IGGY: That’s your plan? “Just Whatever?” What does that even mean?

JJ: Oh, no. You’re missing the point. There is no plan. And it means “just whatever.”

IGGY: J.J. You have to have a plan.

JJ: Dude, I’m Gen-X. Having no plan is sort of our thing.

IGGY: No, no, no. J.J. What does any of this even mean?

JJ: It means I’m going to write about “Just Whatever” pops into my head that day.

IGGY: Oh, man. J.J. We’ll be ruined.

JJ: I know, cool, right?

IGGY: We’ll never sell another book.

JJ: Hey, Iggy. Do me a favor.

IGGY: What?

JJ: Be sure to like, comment, or subscribe.

IGGY: Oh, dude. What are you doing?