Icons! Icons for the omnipotent!

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How come I only get ten? I'm a god. I should be able to have as many icons as I want.

And it's hardly fair, anyway. I lost half my icons to assorted jerks hijacking my journal. Why should I waste precious icon space on pictures of Q, Q, Q and q when I could devote them to pictures of moi?

Must see if the repercussions of altering the LJ system so I can have more icons would be more significant than I want to put up with.

And attempting to break the locks my fellow Q have put on the icons they hogged my journal with.

Comments

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Excuse me if I don't feel moved by your plight. I have a crew member who is exhibiting signs of behavior unbecoming to a Starfleet officer, which in the past has interfered with the proper work place atmosphere that I expect on my ship. There have been comments that this person may have committed a grave lack of judgment, to put it lightly, as well as impersonated a Starfleet officer.

And now I just received a report of problems with imaginary friends-- again. Also, my replicator is malfunctioning. I just asked it for Earl Grey, and it produced some orange beverage which most decidedly did not appear to be my tea.

Admittedly, it wasn't supposed to be of planet-shattering importance, no.

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But it is just a tad rude to go whine at people that your problems are bigger than theirs. I mean, Jean-Luc, your species is always suffering, dying, and dealing with possessed/malfunctioning androids/holodecks/replicators. When exactly would I have time to whine about my icons if I had to wait until nothing bad was happening to any sentient beings in the entire universe?

The orange beverage is Tang, actually. No, I didn't do it, but it does help to be omniscient. The historian in you should be delighted; Tang was once marketed as the Drink of Astronauts back in the days when you people were *just* starting to explore the space around your planet.

Imaginary friends aren't always imaginary. But then, you ought to know that by now.

Hm.

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I mean, Jean-Luc, your species is always suffering, dying, and dealing with possessed/malfunctioning androids/holodecks/replicators.

Well, and thank you, Q, for pointing that out. Your comments are always in the best of taste.

So this..."Tang", it's edible, then? Ugh, it tastes disgusting. I wonder why this was supposed to be the beverage of Astronauts?

Imaginary friends aren't always imaginary. But then, you ought to know that by now.

Yes, and that's what has me worried.

Here's a few hints.

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I'll make it easier for you, and I won't even make you play Twenty Questions.

You're not dealing with a Q, a Douwd, the Nagilum, Amanda's pal Charlie, an entire lost civilization of silly animal worshippers who've downloaded themselves into Data's brain, an entity that wants Data to become pregnant with itself, Lore, the Borg, a transmission from the dead Dr. Soong, or the Enterprise deciding to spontaneously become sentient. Hope that narrows it down for you.

Oh, and Data's cat can see Data's imaginary friends. Though I imagine if you try to question her on the matter all you'll get is "meow."