1. They were actually created via a temporal paradox. A certain friend of mine ended up going back in time in an event that had NOTHING to do with a test imposed by the Q Continuum, whatever you may hear, discovered that Shakespeare was a great actor but couldn't string two sentences together to save his life, and preserved the timeline by ghostwriting his plays from memory. Not that I would have had anything to do with that, or anything.
2. *Which* Faj of Trill? There are about 20 of them involved with physics and three philosophers. I imagine you'd never heard of the Faj of Trill who was just about to get to work on writing his thesis paper when he was beaten to death by a jealous ex-boyfriend, but that still leaves 22 you could be talking about, and your mind isn't interesting enough for me to bother reading it.
3. Do you mean, what's my favorite this millennium? Or what's my favorite of all time? I'm billions of years old, who can bother keeping track of *everything* they've liked in billions of years?
(sigh) I have an answer, of course, but as it's disgustingly sappy and belongs on the equivalent of a Hallmark card, and as saying such a thing would be totally out of character for me, how about I just leave that one blank. Besides, if he doesn't *stop* putting lesser beings' spaceships in his mouth to see if they taste like Denobulan chicken, I'll change my mind...
What do I look like, the Answer Man?
Date: 2003-03-09 03:00 pm (UTC)1. They were actually created via a temporal paradox. A certain friend of mine ended up going back in time in an event that had NOTHING to do with a test imposed by the Q Continuum, whatever you may hear, discovered that Shakespeare was a great actor but couldn't string two sentences together to save his life, and preserved the timeline by ghostwriting his plays from memory. Not that I would have had anything to do with that, or anything.
2. *Which* Faj of Trill? There are about 20 of them involved with physics and three philosophers. I imagine you'd never heard of the Faj of Trill who was just about to get to work on writing his thesis paper when he was beaten to death by a jealous ex-boyfriend, but that still leaves 22 you could be talking about, and your mind isn't interesting enough for me to bother reading it.
3. Do you mean, what's my favorite this millennium? Or what's my favorite of all time? I'm billions of years old, who can bother keeping track of *everything* they've liked in billions of years?
(sigh) I have an answer, of course, but as it's disgustingly sappy and belongs on the equivalent of a Hallmark card, and as saying such a thing would be totally out of character for me, how about I just leave that one blank. Besides, if he doesn't *stop* putting lesser beings' spaceships in his mouth to see if they taste like Denobulan chicken, I'll change my mind...