Got the kid back.
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qcontinuumYou know, there is something fundamentally stupid about the nature of sentient beings who endlessly complain about something, get it solved, and then don't like the solution and want what they were complaining about back.
Yes, yes, you all resemble that remark, but actually I'm talking about me this time. Running around the universe causing general havoc... isn't nearly as interesting as it used to be. Oh, the nostalgia value was great for a short while, but honestly? It palls, eventually.
I have actually spent a considerable amount of time MISSING my SON. Who, for 500 years, I have been trying to dump on a babysitter. There's something ironic in that.
Anyway, I've got him back, and he's an even bigger know-it-all than he was before. Apparently he thinks his mother knows more than I do. Which, given that we are both Q and therefore have equal access to nigh-omniscience, is absurd. He didn't even miss me, the little ingrate. Well, except for the parts where his mother squished him up and put him in a Hawking black hole for a time-out. I think that's cruel and unusual. Do you know how hard it is to fit a whole Q into a Hawking black hole? It doesn't seem to have permanently traumatized him, but I think she went over the top. He *is* just a kid, after all. If you're going to put him in a black hole, put him in a decent-sized one at least. Poor little guy.
Of course the first thing he did when he got home was sneak behind my back to grab some Kazon ships Amanda wasn't paying close attention to and start playing war with them. You know, here I am, actually missing the brat, looking forward to all this father-son bonding stuff and then the first thing he does is disobey me. How do you mortal parents stand this? Some of you have more than one!
He also got into a fight with an adult who thought some negative things about his mother rather too loudly. The stupidity appalls me. Fighting with a full-grown adult Q is not smart for other full-grown adult Q to do; for a child, it's nothing less than supremely idiotic. On the other hand, I don't care if he's trying to bite you, do *not* throw my son into a gas giant. "It's soft" is *not* sufficient excuse for attacking a *child* as if he were an adult Q! You go to me about it.
Sigh. Kids. Already I can tell that I won't be bored for a while. Stressed out of my mind, most likely, but not bored.
Yes, yes, you all resemble that remark, but actually I'm talking about me this time. Running around the universe causing general havoc... isn't nearly as interesting as it used to be. Oh, the nostalgia value was great for a short while, but honestly? It palls, eventually.
I have actually spent a considerable amount of time MISSING my SON. Who, for 500 years, I have been trying to dump on a babysitter. There's something ironic in that.
Anyway, I've got him back, and he's an even bigger know-it-all than he was before. Apparently he thinks his mother knows more than I do. Which, given that we are both Q and therefore have equal access to nigh-omniscience, is absurd. He didn't even miss me, the little ingrate. Well, except for the parts where his mother squished him up and put him in a Hawking black hole for a time-out. I think that's cruel and unusual. Do you know how hard it is to fit a whole Q into a Hawking black hole? It doesn't seem to have permanently traumatized him, but I think she went over the top. He *is* just a kid, after all. If you're going to put him in a black hole, put him in a decent-sized one at least. Poor little guy.
Of course the first thing he did when he got home was sneak behind my back to grab some Kazon ships Amanda wasn't paying close attention to and start playing war with them. You know, here I am, actually missing the brat, looking forward to all this father-son bonding stuff and then the first thing he does is disobey me. How do you mortal parents stand this? Some of you have more than one!
He also got into a fight with an adult who thought some negative things about his mother rather too loudly. The stupidity appalls me. Fighting with a full-grown adult Q is not smart for other full-grown adult Q to do; for a child, it's nothing less than supremely idiotic. On the other hand, I don't care if he's trying to bite you, do *not* throw my son into a gas giant. "It's soft" is *not* sufficient excuse for attacking a *child* as if he were an adult Q! You go to me about it.
Sigh. Kids. Already I can tell that I won't be bored for a while. Stressed out of my mind, most likely, but not bored.
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Re: Depends on how bad you want one.
Date: 2003-06-20 09:26 pm (UTC)Still, and it took the accident to bring this to my attention, there is some lingering guilt buried somewhere over not having produced any issue. I thought I had resolved that long ago. Ultimately, however, I am content with my choices. I have been made to feel guilty over my decisions before, after all--archeology, for example, or that little trip you gave me to my past, and I've learned that where I am now is where I most need to be.
I sincerely hope that they will never make me an admiral. I don't know which is worse--that, or retirement.