Ah, for me, this question is most peculiar. Both, and neither. I am quite distinctive, with a hat most any time I'm outside, a kilt most any time I'm dressed, tall, apparently handsome, with long hair, and (again, allegedly) a smoothness to my movements that combine to make me a memorable, maybe even striking, figure.

On the other hand, I am known to disappear in plain sight, blend in to a crowd, and be unobserved until such a time as it would be hard to not notice me.

So where does that put me, both standing out and fading from view? Is this really a dichotomy?

Integrity, loyalty, and intelligence, probably.

Integrity, because I like to think myself honorable, not undermining my word if i can help it, being honest and trustworthy, and this is something I expect of others. Indeed, when someone cannot be trusted, I do not know how to deal with them. Cannot be believed is one thing, but trusted? That is a whole different thing, and I'm not certain I want to deal with such people.

Loyalty means a lot to me. Again, probably because it's so powerful a compulsion where I am concern. It's probably a lot to do with trust, once again. I've a lot of people in my life whom I should be able to trust, but I cannot, so when I find someone I can trust, it means the world to me.

And intelligence, because there are so many things that are so interconnected, it's really nice to be able to find someone who can teach me things, who can piece things together as fast, or, gods what a joy, faster than I can. Such things give me a braingasm. I wish to know everything, so someone who can help me with that is very appealing to me.

But no, given how fundamental to a person these things are, how fundamental they are to how I am able to interact with people, I'm not certain how much it matters whether these are people whom I wish to bed, work with, or merely hang out with, because any long term interaction with them greatly depends on these traits being extant to at least a moderate degree.

I'm not certain it ever is. I mean, I understand that a "little white lie" is, by definition, harmless, and may indeed save people from harm, I'm not certain that that can ever truly be the case, because when you lie, that inevitably harms the trust someone has placed in you. Even if they never learn that it was a lie, there is still, IMO, damage done to your own integrity.

Though, to be fair, there is a lie that could be nearly harmless, and that would be one to someone who would never know you lied, and who has no reason to trust you, and prevents harm. I'm not certain else, though, and as such cannot categorically rule it out

Wait, am I going back in time to assassinate Julius Ceasar, Archduke Ferdinand, or Abraham Lincoln, or going to Save them? If it's the former, I think I'd have to go with Ferdinand; I don't like mucking with the timeline, and I can see the greatest benefit to myself of surviving and benefiting from my knowledge of the 20th century Western Europe than trying to make my way in 19th C US or -1th C Rome... Especially since my latin's a bit rusty.

On the other side of things, it'd be kinda cool to get to see ancient Ireland as it actually worked...

To be perfectly honest, neither scenario is actually possible. I am a social creature, thus it would not be paradise were it lonely. On the other hand, I am not certain that being surrounded by friends could ever truly be hell in the "agony for all eternity" sense.

Though, if i had to choose between the two, I might go with the former, because that would theoretically only suck for me, while the latter would suck for me and all my friends.

To be perfectly honest, I'm not aware of any conspiracy theories that I would want proven, mine or otherwise.

Well, I'd say that parents owe their children the love and skills and support that they'll need to be able to do well (or as well as possible) in the world.

So, I'm going to assume this basically means that I've got effectively infinite resources for one day, and that those resources cannot stay with me past those 24 hours.

First, I would not sleep for those 24 hours. I can do it, and with sufficient tea, I'm clear headed, even.

First, I would make a large enough donations to liberty-based politicians so that that they never have to worry about compromising their ideals to get elected. Possibly by setting up a political party dedicated to all forms of liberty. You know, what the Tea Party should have been/was before the Republicans got ahold of it. That might be the only legal way to do it. But it'd be done.

Second, I would make donations of hugeness to the ACLU and NRA, because between the two, they fight for basically All the rights in the constitution.

I would pre-pay a law firm (or several) 15 years worth of retainer to pursue suits to repeal the "Patriot" act, and completely neuter DHS's big-brother tendencies (treason charges?). Also, bring negligence cases against the Fed, and All the CEOs, Upper Management, and some Middle Management, of those organizations which contributed to & profited from the financial crisis. The years of retainer would be tied to cases. If/when they won their cases, they would get some lump sum (to keep them from dawdling on cases which could be closed in their favor quickly; the goal is the improvement of the world, not the funding of lawyers).

I would fund a network of "indentured servitude" hospitals throughout the US, where anybody could go for treatment for free provided they Couldn't afford insurance, by buying the buildings, equipment, etc, and staffing it with doctors, nurses, staff, etc who work there for a few years at below market value as a way of paying off the loans my foundation would have provided (providing nice apartments for them adjacent to said facilities). The required period would be of a certain length, but any personnel who chose to stay on would be allowed, under the same arrangement.

People who Could afford insurance could get treatment there, too, but they'd have to pay, at cost.

I would work on a few constitutional amendments, including a limitation on the number of topics in any given bill to the single one clearly described in the title of the bill; a requirement that every draft of every bill be written by hand, or typed up on a typewriter, either one by a single person; an amendment significantly limiting the rights, but maintaining the responsibilities, of non-natural persons (corporations, unions, etc).

And maybe sponsor a bill to limit the ability of insurance company to effect recisions; allow for them to forgo payouts directly related to that which the insured gave them inaccurate information (ie, if they forgot they broke their leg, only complications related to that break would be un-covered, but the cancer treatments would be covered still). On the other hand, if the insurance company decides to drop a client from the rolls for such a reason, the insurance company must return All the payments to date, plus interest (less previous payouts).

...and a few other things. Eliminating "Most favored partner" clauses from contracts, see what I could do about repealing & replacing the healthcare bill with something that would actually, y'know, work.

Yeah, it'd be a long day, and I'd need LOTS of tea/ritalin to ensure I could do everything I wanted, but I would be able to die happy if I accomplished even Half my goals.

And, assuming it wouldn't break the rules, I'd buy a house or two for me to live in. There are a few on Zillow right now that interest me...

I'm not certain how to answer this, but it has been sitting here forever, so i'll just deal with it.

Negatively: My father, who due to his own fucked up childhood and his alcoholism, was unable to give me (nor my brother) a sane, stable environment in which to grow, and thus crippled our ability to understand that we are indeed valuable, worth while people.
All the people who saw the poor chubby-faced kid that was desperate for friends, desperate for the validation that he didn't get in his significantly disfunctional home, and treated him like a pariah because there Must be something wrong with someone so desperate.

Almost all of the problems I have, and that people have with me, come from a combination of these two. I've changed my mask, such that when people see that I'm not quite right, they avoid me instead of attacking, but it's still an unhealthy mask. I still battle self-loathing on a regular basis, though I've not actually tried to commit suicide in the last two decades or so

Positively: I'd have to say it's been some of my more recent girlfriends and mothers-out-law, who have honestly tried to understand what is going on with me, and help me through it. This acted as the best 4 or so years of therapy I ever had.
My not-aunt, who has always done what she could to love me and care for me, despite being effectively banned from contact with me for most of my life (my dad feared her, because she, as a Sober alcoholic had done what he knew himself too weak to do).
A friend who understood that the rough edges are fear, and who helps me through my problems, even as I do my best to help him with his, despite never living in the same city.
A few internet friends, some of whom became as family, others who only seem to interact with me when I need them.
My new friends in Seattle, who saw the poor raven with crooked wings and accepted him as one of their own, even when he showed that he didn't quite fit with their flock.
A baroness, who, without even knowing it, gave me permission to be who I am, not who I was expected/told to be.

To each and every one of you who has accepted me for who I am, despite all my flaws, despite how broken I truly am, thank you. You have my love, and given who I am, how my ethos works, that is no mean thing. True friends are a jewel beyond price, and I will do my best to repay you however I can.

Well, Ideally, i prefer recorded memory and living history.

Oh, goodness. I've been avoiding this one.

Injustice, hypocrisy, and imbalance, mostly, i think. It offends me when someone wants something for themselves, but not for others, or wants to reap the benefits without the responsibilities associated with them.

This is why i hate CEO's. When things go well, they get bonuses greater than the median annual salary in their nation, allegedly because their decisions are what made the company do well. When things go wrong, however, it's the "little people" who get the pink slips. When things go Seriously wrong, the CEO's Do get fired, however. ...and are given a severance package larger than the median annual salary in their nation.

It's also part of the reason I've become more socially permissive over the past several years; I want to be able to do what I want, provided it doesn't hurt anyone else, and not get grief for it. In order to do that, however, that means I have to fight for everyone else's, because that's only fair.

I really just have an overdeveloped sense of justice, and an unhealthy interest in poetic justice.

One of the ways that this surfaces is that I get Rather upset when people don't give me the same respect that I try to give them.

Like College or University vs a Trade School? I'm not certain. They both clearly have their benefits, but I think they're basically the same sort of thing for different sorts of people.

Some people, like my childhood best friend, would be very well served by going to some sort of vocational training/trade school type place, while going into debt at a university would be a very bad plan for him, i think.

On the other hand, there are some people who, in my opinion really are better served by spending 4 years and several thousand dollars going to college; these days it's very much like a trade school for white collar work.

So, basically, i think they're both worth while, but that the "everybody should go to college" concept does some people a grave disservice. Artists don't need to go to a university to make it in the world, and doing so often does nothing more than delaying their life needlessly.

Plus, the tendency towards sending everybody to college leads to academic inflation, such that a bachelors' no longer is sufficient condition for white collar employment, but necessary condition, while at the same time it makes it nearly impossible to find another type of job, because they toss you aside as "overqualified" (read: too expensive).

For me? University was the right choice, i think.

Worst crime? I'm not completely certain. On one hand, the easy answer is Murder, but that's kind of a cop-out, and really, i'm not completely certain that it's as bad as other things. For example, if you kill someone, they never have to deal with the repricussions, while if you "merely" cripple them for life, they are faced with indignity after indignity for the rest of their lives, and most likely unable to make a living in their previous line of work.

Then there are crimes which "simply" traumatize the mind. Sure, something like rape doesn't actually leave any lasting physical harm, but in many ways, that's worse. If someone rolls in in a wheelchair, you give them a fair amount of concessions: they get the best parking spots, people hold doors open, all sorts of things. If someone is raped, or otherwise psychologically assaulted, especially someone who appears to be able to take care of themself physically, people as often as not disregard any effects of said trauma, and the mind often takes quite a while to heal. Indeed, sometimes that trauma is just as detrimental to someone's life as if you'd broken their neck.

So, i guess my answer would have to be the destruction of a life. Not necessarily the ending of it, but its destruction. Even if done by legal means (false accusations of crimes, for example), this is the single thing that can cause the most pain; they may not be dead, but they might be better off if they were, as might their loved ones.

Y'know, not really. It's three dimensional cousin gets a bad rap, however, and i'm kind of fond of it, but the two dimensional version? I'm not very sympathetic. Oh, sure, it's got so many sides, but honestly, beyond about 8, i'm not impressed. Pentagons and Hexagons are pretty cool, tessellating and all that, and Octagons have their uses, especially for their vehicle stopping (or at least slowing) abilities, but...

See, the problem i have with high faceted polygons is that it seems like they're just trying to be circles. Be confident and happy in who you are, i say! To be honest, i don't even like the triscadecagon for that reason, and I love the number 13.

Hard choice, depending on the degree of exclusivity of the two. If peace and love were associated with obscurity and poverty... that might be a problem. I have no desire to continue my life worried constantly about whether I can afford to eat out even once a month, having to turn down trips to the movies with friends because my choice is that or two days of food, whether it's in the budget to fix the vehicle I need to get to the job which provides said budget...

On the other hand, if both options presuppose enough money that I don't have to worry about such things, can afford to go on vacations on occasion, that sort of thing, then the answer is insanely simple; I do not want fame, to be honest. Me and Neil Pert, not so big with the limelight.

See, Fortune would be nice; as a not-uncle mentioned to me once upon a time, "life's a shit sandwich; the more bread you have, the less shit you have to eat." It'd be nice not having to significantly worry about money.

Peace? I enjoy peace, calm, provided I have things to do.

Love? Love makes the world work. At least, it makes my world work. With love, both from me and for me, I can endure most anything.

Fame? Not unless I had the other 3 as well. Fame brings harassment by paparazzi, tabloid discussion, the entire world knowing who I am, and either knowing or speculating on what I think about things; that level of examination is Not something I care to deal with ever. I will if I am obligated to, but I would really rather not have such an obligation.

So, if i were still reasonably solvent, there is no question in my mind that i would choose peace and love. If i were not so well off with that choice? I would probably hesitate a bit before making the exact same choice.

Well, I'm not certain, but i'm not particularly keen on the outsides of Pineapples, they're spikey. Plus the juice has something of a bite to it, too.

Probably something to do with Lon or something corvine; clanns were generally named after what the founder type person was known as more than what their name was.

Nope! Easy question, that. I was so clamped down, that i don't remember... I think it may have been the bitch i was pursuing for a while, but really? I'm glad she never seemed to have any real interest in me.

Interesting question. That'd probably be my not-aunt, or perhaps my grandparents... Beyond that, i'd probably have to say ...Miss Martha? She taught at one of the preschools i went to, and was (is) awesome. Half the kids in my town grew up with her, and the love was mutual.

Rain. Preferably warm rain falling directly on me. Also, tea, and snuggling. I have plenty of rain and tea, but an insufficiency of snuggling at present.