Micro-brewery beer, cigars, porto, good red wine, good cheese…rich livin’ for a poor man!
My addiction…er, vice…is Chapstick.
hangs head in shame
I have two levels of vices:
Vices that I tell casual acquaintances about: Wine, Scotch, Cigars, Espresso, Italian clothing+shoes.
Vices that I tell only a few (and now the entire SDMB): Never having any money because I spend it all on my damn expensive vices. Also chapstick. Damn that chapstick. Oh, and porn, of course.
Phlosphr, I reccomend Wine. Or Scotch. Getting into both at the same time could work too. Or it could drive you to bankruptcy. And either of them make great conversation pieces.
A good book. 
<b> Phlospher</b>: Looks like the SDMB has inherited another Jamiroquai fan
Huh? I vaguely remember hearing of that band but I’m not a fan. Did I say something Jamiroquai-like?
Some other vices I forgot to mention: red wine, cigars, a good pipe (tobacco) and mountain biking. All of the above can either be easy on the wallet or can bankrupt you if you’re not careful, it’s a scary moment when you realize you just spent $10 on something you immediatly lit on fire
Of course…how could I forget! If I leave the house without it, my lips dry out and I start to panic. If I have it in my pocket, I may not have to use it all day…strange.
I’m off to start a thread about brand preference…
Tea. Especially varied fruity herbal teas. My goal is to have the Biggest Herbal Tea Collection EVER.
It’s good AND it’s good for you.
For most of my life it has been chocolate. For just over half my life it has also been beer. However, when I’m trying to lose weight and I give up beer and chocolate, it is chocolate the I crave.
As shallow as it sounds, new drumsticks. I currently have about 30 sizes or so (50 or so pairs), which is more than I’ll ever need. But, I like to sit in front of the TV and play on my practice pad (when I’m not on the kit) and have many different weights and feels at my disposal.
A more common vice would be caffeine, usually obtained via Coke, Pepsi, or Dr Pepper. I drink quite a bit of soda as I feel it helps with my migraines (IANAD, not recommending this).
Marijuana
Cigarettes
The Internet
Magic: The Gathering
And, of course, the SDMB
Oh, and ridiculously expensive Lego sets
and high school movies
Crack, heroine, and message boards.
Amen.
Aside from an occasional chocolate fix if I don’t have a regular supply of intellectually stimulating reading material I go into serious withdrawl.
The big 4 for me, in order:
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Video games. I could go on for hours just describing my history with this lifelong obsession. Particularly the following details.
Arcades - The first time I got in one and was blown away. The first time I had to leave one and had to be dragged out kicking and screaming. The time I got hopelessly lost and sought refuge in one because, well, it seemed like the natural place to go. The other time I sought refuge in one. The times I shouted in joy after a new triumph. The times I shouted in rage after getting fragged for the thousandth time. The great people I met in them. The worthless, repulsive jerks I met in them. Having to go every week just to see what was there. Oh yeah, and the many hundreds of dollars I spent on tokens. (Quarters? When the hell do arcade machines run on quarters?)
Peripherals - A home console isn’t a toy…it’s a machine that requires all kinds of toys. Joysticks, memory cards, cleaning kits, cheat devices, multitaps…you name it, I shelled out cash for it. (Someday, future generations will look at my extensive Dreamcast controller collection and wonder aloud why a system which was only used by one person ever required that many friggin’ devices.)
Grumbling - I have done more whining, moaning, griping, screaming, yelling, and really loud screaming about video games than any other non-school related subject in my life. In various forms. Among many, many other things, I have gone on record as calling the Gradius series all but the spawn of the Devil. (Apparently, this isn’t a popular view, inasmuch as Gradius 5 is already in development, but I’m not budging an inch on it.) -
“Adult entertainment”. How obsessed have I gotten? I’ve reached the point where I demand certain things (e.g. when it comes time to do the deed, the panties come off) and get extremely upset if I don’t get them. Yeah, that’s right…I find pornography offensive when it isn’t good. (Don’t even get me started on adult-themed video and computer games.)
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Music. Yes, my mp3 collection contains soulless, mindless, purely money-driven pop. And goth rock. And bubblegum eurobeat. And regular eurobeat. And classic rock. And heavy metal. And the lighter metals. And hip-hop. And classical. And instrumental. And spiritual. And a capella. And every permutation of punk imaginable. And a whole bunch of stuff that’s called “alternative”. It’s all music to my ears, baby.
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Fast food. You know, there was a time when fresh vegetables and cereals were inexpensive peasant fare, while fatty meats were expensive and never eaten regularly except by nobility. It’s astonishing how almost the exact opposite is true today. Well, I don’t like fat as much as anyone else, but I’m not exactly rich, so when I’m away from home and need a bite, fire up a burger and hope I’m not damaging my future health too much. Oh yeah, and the day’s not complete unless I’ve consumed at least 12 ounces of diet soda. Usually more than that.
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Chocolate. Mmmmm… chocolate. In all it’s wonderful, delicious forms.
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Chicks. Fortunately, I’m married now, so I have daily access to one and no longer have to obssess. Yay!
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Baseball. Coaching, playing, watching, reading about.
Dan Quayle is my Vice. I hope to win re-election on the Blithering Moron ticket.
Yer pal, Shrub.