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

Hm.

[cptpicard.livejournal.com]

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.

[qcontinuum.livejournal.com]

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."