God I hate these things, but I take it as a kind of compliment/curse. Aerchie tagged me with this:
“Your ship has sunk. You have, of course, been stranded on a deserted island. You have salvaged a copy of the King James Version of the Bible and a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare. Nothing else.
“The very next day you find one of those Arabian Lamps in the sand. Of course, you rub it and, of course, a rather grumpy Genie appears.
“‘Let’s get this straight – there is a recession going on. There are restrictions on the three wishes now. I don’t do water or air transport now so no boats, planes or magic carpets. As for electronics, forget it. There isn’t the infrastructure on this island.
“‘I can let you have one book and I mean one VOLUME, one essential item and one luxury item. Now hurry up and make your choices, I have to get to those five other islands you are going nominate.'”
So I choose:
Book: “Guide to Survival” by Rich Johnson (or a 1940’s edition of “The Boy Scout Handbook”).
Essential Item: A Dutch Oven.
Luxury Item: Whoa. That’s a tough one since all items are luxury items in this scenario. I could score points on the homefront by choosing a family photo of Mrs. Strutts, Bunkarina and Bunkessa, to give me hope for survival, but the photo would deteriorate over time. So for the “Luxury Item” I choose self-controlled lucid hallucinations of my own memories.
“’OK, that is easily handled. So, where am I off to next?’”
Oh man am I gonna piss off some folks. Sorry guys. (Lemme know how YOU combat this annoyance.) Here we go, genii:
Amy, Casual Jen, CC, Phil, VE.
Tacky Raccoons 
