Oh, how very tedious.

OOC: theatrical_muse post from Jan 2004. This was the first of 50, which I'm copying here because it's silly to have 2 Q accounts, so I'm consolidating. Originally I planned to backdate these, but apparently LJ won't let me do that.
I have to do this *again*? Simply because I've been away for a few hundred years and lost track of some ridiculous mortal linear-time-based schedule?

Ah well, I suppose when one consorts with creatures of limited intelligence, one ends up repeating oneself far more than one should have to.

I am Q. Those of you of sufficient intellect and puissance to grasp my nature already know who I am. The rest of you... well, it's hardly my fault how sadly evolution has shortchanged you.

OOC note from Jan 2004: The previous Q apparently had to drop out of the game, so the mods kindly allowed me to take the muse over.

Guilty pleasures?

OOC: Posted from theatrical_muse, from Jan 31, 2004. 2 of 50. I'm consolidating all my Q posts here and eliminating the extra account eventually.

If you must know, I try to avoid the sensation of guilt under most conditions. I prefer to be a law unto myself, and to make my own rules. Obviously, when one is making up the rules, there's nothing to be guilty *for.*

Unfortunately, some stuffy and entirely boring individuals of my acquaintance have, historically, rather more influence in my society than I would like. Which is to say they had more influence than me. Even for the omnipotent, it's difficult to stand against the opprobrium of one's peers without feeling a teensy tiny modicum of guilt.

So, my guilty pleasure? Humanity. They're small, petty, underevolved, downright idiotic, arrogant, and most of them have no sense of humor. Plus, their fashion sense has completely disintegrated over the centuries, so the only attractive clothing they know how to wear are military uniforms and period costumes. (Don't even get me started on the jumpsuits.) They're entirely beneath me, and I really shouldn't find them nearly as fascinating as I do... but I do, and I confess, it hasn't escaped my attention that my little hobby has occasionally made me the laughingstock of the Continuum. Or started civil wars. It is a tad hard, even for me, to avoid feeling embarrassed about that.

On the other hand, life is too long not to do things one enjoys, even if one has absolutely no idea *why* an obsessive interest in a race of furless monkeys should be quite so enjoyable. I've more or less given up feeling embarrassed about my hobby (it does help that they helped me win a war. That tends to impress even the stuffiest Q.) After all, they keep me from being bored, and when you're immortal and you can do anything you want, boredom is quite literally a fate worse than death.

Dear me, you mortals *do* ask quite a lot of questions, don't you?

OOC: Re-entered from Feb. 3, 2004, from theatrical_muse.

Scrolling backward through time, I notice there have been quite a number of these silly questions. Ah well. Some of them may be downright entertaining. (Others, however, are simply idiotic. New Year's Resolutions?)

( My New Year's Resolution is to stop answering questions that assume that I exist in your linear time. How's that? )