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qcontinuum) wrote2008-02-10 11:55 am
qcontinuum) wrote2008-02-10 11:55 am
And speaking of trout...
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q_tm from 7/21/2005. Not directly a Theatrical Muse post.
I am letting the stress get to me entirely too much. It is ridiculous that I should get upset over a mere mortal's opinion of me, as ignorant and ludicrous as that opinion may be. Particularly since it's not as if I went out of my way to present myself in a friendly and positive light to this person, who is, after all, an idiotic and limited creature. And a voyeur. But... things haven't exactly been going well for me lately.
See, it all started when my kid blew up a solar system. Again. For the third time. And this one was inhabited. When you're a Q, "oops" does not cut it as the excuse for the *third* time you did something. And being as that it is a *royal* pain in the proverbial derriere to put an *inhabited* solar system back together -- you can't just re-assemble it, you have to roll back time and grab all the beings that lived there before they got fried and pull them forward to after you reassembled their world, and then erase their memories if they were sentient enough to have memories, and all that -- I was not happy with this little stunt at all. So I confined him to the Continuum, as I can't stick him in a black hole any more now that he can manipulate the gravitational constant with the best of them.
The Continuum is dull for us adults. For a child, who has no other children close to his own age, it's mind-numbingly awful. I intended this to be a punishment, after all. But q decided that, since he had nothing better to do in the Continuum, he would explore to the edge and see what was on the other side. This is not something I ever forbade him to do, for the simple reason that it's so incredibly stupid that in all the years the Continuum has existed, not one of us has ever thought of it. This is the problem with having kids for the first time, see. They think of things that are so stupid, it has never entered an adult's mind to do them.
The Continuum exists as a bubble within a realm of infinite energy. Poke a hole in that bubble to see what's on the other side, and the consequences will not be nice. All Q knew immediately when the wall was breached; I also knew that my son was next to it when it blew, because I'm always at least dimly aware of his whereabouts. So I showed up first, dove into the energy stream to rescue my idiot kid, and then, since by then other Q had shown up to heal the breach, I concentrated on healing my boy (the raw energy outside the Continuum acts on Q the way, say, electricity works on humans; we require the stuff in a controlled and orderly form, but raw, it can burn us). This earned me the wrath of my fellow Q, who felt that I should be concentrating on containing the breach, due to the fact that if the energy had continued to pour into the Continuum and the hole had widened we could have been looking at the destruction of the entire Continuum. Of course, I didn't *need* to help, they just think I should have. Because, you know, it is more important to assist half a dozen other Q in their task than to do the job *none* of them are doing. If I'd been alone, yes, I would have concentrated on saving the Continuum, but I wasn't alone, and since other able-bodied Q were on that job, I thought it was rather important to SAVE MY SON'S LIFE. Even if he is an idiot. I think the others would have preferred I let the kid die. We're not exactly the most, shall we say, parental race ever.
I took him out of the Continuum to finish healing, since being in the Continuum after raw Continuum energy burned you would be kind of like hanging out in San Francisco Spaceport or the Ferengi Trade Exchange when you just went temporarily deaf from an explosion. He needed to be *away* from the kind of energy that harmed him, even in its channeled form. Also, I did not feel like listening to the endless harping about what a terrible Q I've become since becoming a father. And what a rotten boy I have. So I'm stuck here in the material universe, playing nursemaid to this brat when what I really want is to whup his butt seven ways from Sunday for pulling this moronic stunt, but I can't very well do that since he got badly hurt.
And so I'm here, bored out of my mind, with no one for company but this whiny, sulky, needy idiot, being chewed a new one by my fellow Q for, you know, being a dad, healing up from my own injuries (grabbing a small Q out of a stream of raw energy from the outside of the Continuum isn't exactly risk-free even for an adult) and then I find out that Deanna Troi wants to whack me with a fish. For being childish and irresponsible, no less. Because, see, it's All About Her And Her Pals. The concept that I have a life of my own doesn't seem to have entered her tiny little brain.
But why is this upsetting me? It's not like I went out of my way to reveal myself to Troi as having deep layers, or anything. For one thing, doing that would reveal a certain level of emotional weakness, and given that this is a woman who reveals other people's emotional weaknesses, in public, as a PROFESSION, and not only engages in this highly unethical activity but doesn't even seem to recognize that it *is* unethical (you know, I may indulge myself in tormenting lesser species a bit, but it's not as if I don't *know* it's a vice), I am certainly not going to display any emotional weaknesses to her. And if Picard hasn't felt like telling her about the private interactions he and I have had that are on a rather more rarified level than "ha ha, you stupid humans", well, I'm certainly not going to spill the beans. And I used to positively revel in being seen as a bad boy. I mean, in the old days, if a mortal said "I want to slap Q with a dead fish" my reaction would have been "What? Only a dead fish? I must be slipping!"
It's just the contrast that's pissing me off, I think. Being told I am childish and irresponsible, by a mind-raping voyeur with a fetish for publicly humiliating others, when I'm sitting here nursing a burned little boy... well, come on, I think anyone would be just a tad torqued.
q_tm from 7/21/2005. Not directly a Theatrical Muse post.I am letting the stress get to me entirely too much. It is ridiculous that I should get upset over a mere mortal's opinion of me, as ignorant and ludicrous as that opinion may be. Particularly since it's not as if I went out of my way to present myself in a friendly and positive light to this person, who is, after all, an idiotic and limited creature. And a voyeur. But... things haven't exactly been going well for me lately.
See, it all started when my kid blew up a solar system. Again. For the third time. And this one was inhabited. When you're a Q, "oops" does not cut it as the excuse for the *third* time you did something. And being as that it is a *royal* pain in the proverbial derriere to put an *inhabited* solar system back together -- you can't just re-assemble it, you have to roll back time and grab all the beings that lived there before they got fried and pull them forward to after you reassembled their world, and then erase their memories if they were sentient enough to have memories, and all that -- I was not happy with this little stunt at all. So I confined him to the Continuum, as I can't stick him in a black hole any more now that he can manipulate the gravitational constant with the best of them.
The Continuum is dull for us adults. For a child, who has no other children close to his own age, it's mind-numbingly awful. I intended this to be a punishment, after all. But q decided that, since he had nothing better to do in the Continuum, he would explore to the edge and see what was on the other side. This is not something I ever forbade him to do, for the simple reason that it's so incredibly stupid that in all the years the Continuum has existed, not one of us has ever thought of it. This is the problem with having kids for the first time, see. They think of things that are so stupid, it has never entered an adult's mind to do them.
The Continuum exists as a bubble within a realm of infinite energy. Poke a hole in that bubble to see what's on the other side, and the consequences will not be nice. All Q knew immediately when the wall was breached; I also knew that my son was next to it when it blew, because I'm always at least dimly aware of his whereabouts. So I showed up first, dove into the energy stream to rescue my idiot kid, and then, since by then other Q had shown up to heal the breach, I concentrated on healing my boy (the raw energy outside the Continuum acts on Q the way, say, electricity works on humans; we require the stuff in a controlled and orderly form, but raw, it can burn us). This earned me the wrath of my fellow Q, who felt that I should be concentrating on containing the breach, due to the fact that if the energy had continued to pour into the Continuum and the hole had widened we could have been looking at the destruction of the entire Continuum. Of course, I didn't *need* to help, they just think I should have. Because, you know, it is more important to assist half a dozen other Q in their task than to do the job *none* of them are doing. If I'd been alone, yes, I would have concentrated on saving the Continuum, but I wasn't alone, and since other able-bodied Q were on that job, I thought it was rather important to SAVE MY SON'S LIFE. Even if he is an idiot. I think the others would have preferred I let the kid die. We're not exactly the most, shall we say, parental race ever.
I took him out of the Continuum to finish healing, since being in the Continuum after raw Continuum energy burned you would be kind of like hanging out in San Francisco Spaceport or the Ferengi Trade Exchange when you just went temporarily deaf from an explosion. He needed to be *away* from the kind of energy that harmed him, even in its channeled form. Also, I did not feel like listening to the endless harping about what a terrible Q I've become since becoming a father. And what a rotten boy I have. So I'm stuck here in the material universe, playing nursemaid to this brat when what I really want is to whup his butt seven ways from Sunday for pulling this moronic stunt, but I can't very well do that since he got badly hurt.
And so I'm here, bored out of my mind, with no one for company but this whiny, sulky, needy idiot, being chewed a new one by my fellow Q for, you know, being a dad, healing up from my own injuries (grabbing a small Q out of a stream of raw energy from the outside of the Continuum isn't exactly risk-free even for an adult) and then I find out that Deanna Troi wants to whack me with a fish. For being childish and irresponsible, no less. Because, see, it's All About Her And Her Pals. The concept that I have a life of my own doesn't seem to have entered her tiny little brain.
But why is this upsetting me? It's not like I went out of my way to reveal myself to Troi as having deep layers, or anything. For one thing, doing that would reveal a certain level of emotional weakness, and given that this is a woman who reveals other people's emotional weaknesses, in public, as a PROFESSION, and not only engages in this highly unethical activity but doesn't even seem to recognize that it *is* unethical (you know, I may indulge myself in tormenting lesser species a bit, but it's not as if I don't *know* it's a vice), I am certainly not going to display any emotional weaknesses to her. And if Picard hasn't felt like telling her about the private interactions he and I have had that are on a rather more rarified level than "ha ha, you stupid humans", well, I'm certainly not going to spill the beans. And I used to positively revel in being seen as a bad boy. I mean, in the old days, if a mortal said "I want to slap Q with a dead fish" my reaction would have been "What? Only a dead fish? I must be slipping!"
It's just the contrast that's pissing me off, I think. Being told I am childish and irresponsible, by a mind-raping voyeur with a fetish for publicly humiliating others, when I'm sitting here nursing a burned little boy... well, come on, I think anyone would be just a tad torqued.