I'm boooooooooooooooooored.
Mar. 9th, 2003 01:36 amIt says something unfortunate about how depressing life has become that I am reduced to THIS. Pouring out my sorrows and ennui in a bathetic display on a computer system administered by MORTALS. Oh, the humiliation. Oh, the pain of it all.
The hell with it. I need an audience. It takes a big entity to admit his needs, and I am a *very*... big... entity, if ya know what I mean (and I think you do... wink wink nudge nudge, hey wot?) Very well, then, I admit it. I'M GOING MAD!!!!! I've had no one to talk to but other Q for centuries, and ... how shall I put this politely... we haven't had anything worth saying to one another in... well, more time than your pitiful mortal minds can imagine.
So here I am. Entertain me!
The hell with it. I need an audience. It takes a big entity to admit his needs, and I am a *very*... big... entity, if ya know what I mean (and I think you do... wink wink nudge nudge, hey wot?) Very well, then, I admit it. I'M GOING MAD!!!!! I've had no one to talk to but other Q for centuries, and ... how shall I put this politely... we haven't had anything worth saying to one another in... well, more time than your pitiful mortal minds can imagine.
So here I am. Entertain me!
Oh, and...
Date: 2003-03-19 06:30 am (UTC)So don't tell me I didn't *allow* something. What I did allow was for them to communicate at *all*, and you whine that it's not enough? Who do you think I am, Père Noël? (for the Français-challenged in the audience, that's Father Christmas.)
You want me to use my powers to save the universe. Kathy thinks Starfleet officers can't take favors from omnipotent beings. Which is it?
And does that mean it's okay if I come give you a present now?
Re: Oh, and...
Date: 2003-03-19 09:26 am (UTC)