Narcissistic, Self-Important Drivel

So Mister Icky says, "No, don't blog. It's self-important drivel." And I say, "Well, who isn't self-important? Are you important to yourself?" He thinks it over, scratches his bushy chin. "Uh." And I say, "Of course you are. You're the most important thing to yourself." "Oh, no," says Mister Icky. I know he was going to try some of that gooey romantic apcray that occasionally works. I need to step in quickly. "You are the most important thing to you, M.I." "No, I'm not." Mister Icky doesn't give in easily. "Well," I conceded, "You're right up there, now aren't you?"