Choose carefully
 

In this interesting article on copyright, Cory Doctorow writes:
Well? What'll it be?

What kind of friend would I be if I wished my friends would also be stranded on a desert island? I choose music. Besides, the island's resources won't support more than one person, so I'd have to kill them anyway. Lord of the flies.

Can I take my music and a DJ? :cool:

I'd take a friend. That way I could make a raft out of him.

You can't eat records, can you?

I choose friends so I can eat them when I run out of food.

If I chose my friends they'd all be pissed that I chose them and wouldn't be friends anymore.

Friends. They taste better.

If I bring friends then we can make instruments and sing in harmony, too.

Kumbaya

I have to agree with the above there. You are rotten if you ask your friends to stay stranded with you on an island. Of course I am a sociopath so I think "differently" about these things.

I choose my friends -- that is friends, plural -- because eventually they would help me figure out how the hell to get off the island!

Music, every time [/sociopath].

Let me amend my previous answer.

There are days when I would WISH to be stranded on an island with nothing but music.

Those are the days when the people in my life are driving me NUTS.

In other words, 364 out of the year.

I'd choose my friends, the good ones who'd make excellent breeding stock and we'd forge our own civilization and all live happily ever after.

The rest of you can go sit in a sound booth for all we care.