Yes, yes, I'm so bad.
OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 8/11/2004, 17 of 50.
I know, I know. I'm supposed to answer these things faster than this. Mea culpa. If you were eternal you'd have trouble keeping track of weeks too.
What would your dream occupation be?
Funnily enough, I have it already. I am an advocate of continued change and growth within the Continuum, as well as occasionally a mentor of sorts to mortals. (Admittedly, not the sort of doddering old mentor with the long beard one imagines when one hears that word; I believe I function much more like the really nasty teacher who terrifies everyone in the class and fails more than half of them, but those that survive are really well trained.)
What makes you jealous and how do you deal with it?
It's rare for a Q to be jealous. We can have almost anything we want, so what would be the point to envying what others have? The notion of jealousy as associated with monogamy-- that is, the typical "Keep your hands off my woman/man" attitude primitives have-- is virtually alien to us. (I say "virtually" because, of course, there's my ex.)
The one area where I think I understand mortal jealousy-- and understand it well-- is the concept of wanting something (or, more likely, someone) someone else has... and you don't. Yes, I do know how it feels to want a person, and if that person seems to want someone else... yeah, okay. I... admit I don't necessarily deal with that entirely well. Turning people into dogs or putting them to sleep (sleep, not death-- I don't kill mortals for such a trivial reason) has been known to occur to me. Okay, okay, more than occur. As in, I've done it. Happy now?
What is your weapon of choice?
Omnipotence.
Money, fame or happiness, you can only have one... what would you rather have and why?
Why is stylish good looks and snappy dress not a choice?
Is there any truth to the saying: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer? Do you have enemies? Do you have more friends than enemies?
I live in the Q Continuum. When you look up "dysfunctional family" or perhaps "love-hate relationships" in the dictionary, you would see our picture if, of course, it was possible to take a picture of an ineffable concept outside the frame of reference of mortal understanding, which it's not. Imagine being intimately connected to people, so closely you know their every thought, can predict their every move... for five billion years. Yes, I keep my enemies close. And as it happens my friends and my enemies tend to be the exact same people; which they are at any given moment depends on how I and how they feel at the time.
Among mortals I have far more enemies than friends but it's not exactly reciprocal. I perform a test on some pathetic little mortals, they fail, I decide they bore me and move on, they make an entire religion out of hating me. Those enemies, I don't typically remember, let alone keep close. But then, my mortal friends aren't all that close either. And a good number of them might also consider themselves my enemies, on occasion. Or, at the very least, they might attempt to kick me off their ship. (I say "attempt", of course. See above as to favorite weapon?)
I know, I know. I'm supposed to answer these things faster than this. Mea culpa. If you were eternal you'd have trouble keeping track of weeks too.
What would your dream occupation be?
Funnily enough, I have it already. I am an advocate of continued change and growth within the Continuum, as well as occasionally a mentor of sorts to mortals. (Admittedly, not the sort of doddering old mentor with the long beard one imagines when one hears that word; I believe I function much more like the really nasty teacher who terrifies everyone in the class and fails more than half of them, but those that survive are really well trained.)
What makes you jealous and how do you deal with it?
It's rare for a Q to be jealous. We can have almost anything we want, so what would be the point to envying what others have? The notion of jealousy as associated with monogamy-- that is, the typical "Keep your hands off my woman/man" attitude primitives have-- is virtually alien to us. (I say "virtually" because, of course, there's my ex.)
The one area where I think I understand mortal jealousy-- and understand it well-- is the concept of wanting something (or, more likely, someone) someone else has... and you don't. Yes, I do know how it feels to want a person, and if that person seems to want someone else... yeah, okay. I... admit I don't necessarily deal with that entirely well. Turning people into dogs or putting them to sleep (sleep, not death-- I don't kill mortals for such a trivial reason) has been known to occur to me. Okay, okay, more than occur. As in, I've done it. Happy now?
What is your weapon of choice?
Omnipotence.
Money, fame or happiness, you can only have one... what would you rather have and why?
Why is stylish good looks and snappy dress not a choice?
Is there any truth to the saying: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer? Do you have enemies? Do you have more friends than enemies?
I live in the Q Continuum. When you look up "dysfunctional family" or perhaps "love-hate relationships" in the dictionary, you would see our picture if, of course, it was possible to take a picture of an ineffable concept outside the frame of reference of mortal understanding, which it's not. Imagine being intimately connected to people, so closely you know their every thought, can predict their every move... for five billion years. Yes, I keep my enemies close. And as it happens my friends and my enemies tend to be the exact same people; which they are at any given moment depends on how I and how they feel at the time.
Among mortals I have far more enemies than friends but it's not exactly reciprocal. I perform a test on some pathetic little mortals, they fail, I decide they bore me and move on, they make an entire religion out of hating me. Those enemies, I don't typically remember, let alone keep close. But then, my mortal friends aren't all that close either. And a good number of them might also consider themselves my enemies, on occasion. Or, at the very least, they might attempt to kick me off their ship. (I say "attempt", of course. See above as to favorite weapon?)