You apparently have a delusion of grandeur regarding your worth to the world, and so the Motorola Q is the cellular representation of your overblown ego.

This is the standard hip accessory for scummy real estate developers, budding restauranteurs, smarmy venture capitalists, or some other rat who prides himself on being an entrepreneur (read: has family connections and is unable to hold a job).  The fact that you have the Q is symbolic to the fact that you are not worth pigshit to a company that would normally buy an executive a Blackberry, yet you find it necessary to have a whole computer vibrate near your crotch every time your cousin (with whom you are in business) calls you to ask if you TiVo’d The Apprentice.