Laughter as a raison d'etre.
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theatrical_muse Mar. 12, 2004.
What makes me laugh?
Many things, which is good, because if there was nothing amusing in the universe I'd probably destroy myself out of boredom. When you're an omnipotent immortal, finding things to amuse yourself is as vital as food and drink are for mortal creatures. You may not be able to die-- not easily, anyway--- but you can certainly wish you were dead.
So, what amuses me?
Well, I amuse myself, of course. Nothing like being self-sufficient. I devote a significant portion of my vast intellect to the pursuit of the perfect witty retort. However, this becomes rather pointless when no one else has the skill level to play, so I would have to say that I am at least slightly dependent on finding conversational partners that don't bore me.
Humans are a very funny species at times. I used to hang around at the Algonquin Round Table, trading quips with the likes of Dorothy Parker, George Burns and Groucho Marx. Ah, that was fun. Reminded me of the early days of the Q Continuum, before the others all got so stultifyingly dull. And Jean-Luc's provided me considerable entertainment over the years-- both when he's trying to be funny, in which case he makes quite a witty bantering partner, and when he's trying to be earnest and serious, in which case he's such a pompous, arrogsnt windbag it's hilarious to listen to him.
I also think it's really funny when you force some pathetic mortals to recognize their own foolishness-- and they STILL DON'T GET IT. Okay, listen to this one. There was once this species where, due to a natural mutation, about half the population had blue hair and half had purple. No other genetic difference. But they used to come up with *all* sorts of ludicrous distinctions, like blue-heads are happy-go-lucky drunkards with no head for practicalities, or purple-heads are overly violent, or whatever. And they made people live with these stupid stereotypes. So one day I turned all their hair green. Did that make them realize the foolishness of their prejudices? Oh, no, no, no. They had the idea that they could do personality tests on people to find their original hair color, and then passed laws saying they had to dye back to it! Oh, if I weren't immortal I'd have died laughing at that one.
theatrical_muse Mar. 12, 2004.What makes me laugh?
Many things, which is good, because if there was nothing amusing in the universe I'd probably destroy myself out of boredom. When you're an omnipotent immortal, finding things to amuse yourself is as vital as food and drink are for mortal creatures. You may not be able to die-- not easily, anyway--- but you can certainly wish you were dead.
So, what amuses me?
Well, I amuse myself, of course. Nothing like being self-sufficient. I devote a significant portion of my vast intellect to the pursuit of the perfect witty retort. However, this becomes rather pointless when no one else has the skill level to play, so I would have to say that I am at least slightly dependent on finding conversational partners that don't bore me.
Humans are a very funny species at times. I used to hang around at the Algonquin Round Table, trading quips with the likes of Dorothy Parker, George Burns and Groucho Marx. Ah, that was fun. Reminded me of the early days of the Q Continuum, before the others all got so stultifyingly dull. And Jean-Luc's provided me considerable entertainment over the years-- both when he's trying to be funny, in which case he makes quite a witty bantering partner, and when he's trying to be earnest and serious, in which case he's such a pompous, arrogsnt windbag it's hilarious to listen to him.
I also think it's really funny when you force some pathetic mortals to recognize their own foolishness-- and they STILL DON'T GET IT. Okay, listen to this one. There was once this species where, due to a natural mutation, about half the population had blue hair and half had purple. No other genetic difference. But they used to come up with *all* sorts of ludicrous distinctions, like blue-heads are happy-go-lucky drunkards with no head for practicalities, or purple-heads are overly violent, or whatever. And they made people live with these stupid stereotypes. So one day I turned all their hair green. Did that make them realize the foolishness of their prejudices? Oh, no, no, no. They had the idea that they could do personality tests on people to find their original hair color, and then passed laws saying they had to dye back to it! Oh, if I weren't immortal I'd have died laughing at that one.