I'm not going to say "I'm back."
Apr. 22nd, 2003 08:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qcontinuumBecause I have titled at least three different posts that and I would rather be disassembled into my component atoms and reassembled into a boiled chicken dinner than be predictable.
I remember how much I used to hate wandering around the universe aimlessly looking for something entertaining to do-- probably because that was how I spent nearly all my time, desperately trying to stave off crushing boredom. Now I get a bit of a nostalgic thrill out of doing it. Admittedly there *still* aren't that many interesting things to do, but when you haven't done any of them for three thousand years they attain a certain gloss of interest that they didn't have when you did them every other week. And besides there are some nifty new universes I didn't know about three thousand years ago, like that one where humans are the *only* species and they had a war for independence from each other and thoroughly lost. I rather liked the crazy girl. She could see me even when I was being invisible.
But I'm back now, and observing that THERE ARE YET MORE PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY JOURNAL. Get your *own*, people. Did I ever mention how much I hate my siblings? Particularly the one I used to be married to? (You know, when I try to translate Q relationships into human language they start to sound downright disturbing.)
It's okay, though. I can forgive her for needing somewhere to rant, even if she's being *entirely* predictable and downright *boring* about her choice of rant topics. I like mortals too much, blah blah blah. As if I haven't been hearing *that* one for, oh, millennia. And the reason I can be so magnanimous is that SHE STILL HAS THE KID. Nya nya nya nya nyaaah nya. I continue to be a free Q, footloose and fancy free. (Those of you who are not parents probably think I sound callous. Don't I *miss* my wittle baby? Those of you who *are* parents, however, probably know *exactly* how happy I am for the free babysitting.) I think they've run off to watch ancient Vulcan. Now that used to be an interesting place before Surak showed up and spoiled all the fun. Though I guess it was less fun for all the little mortal Vulcans getting themselves tortured and killed by each other. But then, "may you live in interesting times" was a curse for a *reason.*
I remember how much I used to hate wandering around the universe aimlessly looking for something entertaining to do-- probably because that was how I spent nearly all my time, desperately trying to stave off crushing boredom. Now I get a bit of a nostalgic thrill out of doing it. Admittedly there *still* aren't that many interesting things to do, but when you haven't done any of them for three thousand years they attain a certain gloss of interest that they didn't have when you did them every other week. And besides there are some nifty new universes I didn't know about three thousand years ago, like that one where humans are the *only* species and they had a war for independence from each other and thoroughly lost. I rather liked the crazy girl. She could see me even when I was being invisible.
But I'm back now, and observing that THERE ARE YET MORE PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY JOURNAL. Get your *own*, people. Did I ever mention how much I hate my siblings? Particularly the one I used to be married to? (You know, when I try to translate Q relationships into human language they start to sound downright disturbing.)
It's okay, though. I can forgive her for needing somewhere to rant, even if she's being *entirely* predictable and downright *boring* about her choice of rant topics. I like mortals too much, blah blah blah. As if I haven't been hearing *that* one for, oh, millennia. And the reason I can be so magnanimous is that SHE STILL HAS THE KID. Nya nya nya nya nyaaah nya. I continue to be a free Q, footloose and fancy free. (Those of you who are not parents probably think I sound callous. Don't I *miss* my wittle baby? Those of you who *are* parents, however, probably know *exactly* how happy I am for the free babysitting.) I think they've run off to watch ancient Vulcan. Now that used to be an interesting place before Surak showed up and spoiled all the fun. Though I guess it was less fun for all the little mortal Vulcans getting themselves tortured and killed by each other. But then, "may you live in interesting times" was a curse for a *reason.*