Wings.
Endless supply of small stones.
Slingshot.
Actually, the way I’m going, I should probably think about getting a reserved seat in hell. I hear that if you book early it’s not too bad.
Wings.
Endless supply of small stones.
Slingshot.
Actually, the way I’m going, I should probably think about getting a reserved seat in hell. I hear that if you book early it’s not too bad.
hmmm…
a cat-sized computer with unlimited, fast internet and all the games I’ll ever want
a ticket for another nine-bazillion lives
CATNIP!!!
(P.S. The problem is, I believe in recycling… o well, I’ll just assume I get to vacation in heaven first… :D)
A Green Lantern ring, a Tardis, and 5 million cases of Tullimore Dew.
Time for Mr. God to retire and Mr. Fun to take the helm, kiddies. 
Tracer, it’s been twenty years since I played Dungeons and Dragons, but I clearly recall fluency and/or understanding languages being included in some artifact or other.
I want:
1.0 A HUGE library.
2.0 A really comfortable chair.
3.0 Free access to the best tutors.
I want a pair of Super Teri Deluxe SP Teri figure skates. What better way to travel exists?
I think that having a acordian might be cool, I like how they look. Unfortunately they sound terrible, so maybe mine could sound like a nice guitar or something.
A pair of headphones with which I could listen to any music from any point in time would be cool too 
Does a Swiss Army Knife count as one piece of equipment?
So, that’s one.
Then a fishing pole and a lure. (:eek:I sure hope a line came with one or the other.)
Give me a Fender Rhodes Piano…with a white mohair finish on the thing, and covered with huge blinking lightbulbs of various colors. I want it to really bite with overdrive when i pound on it, too…like Joe Zawinul’s sound on the “walk tall” cut with Cannonball Adderly.
I want Elizabeth Hurley in a full leather bodysuit…and i want her to have Ray Brown’s ability on upright bass…and i want her to play along with me, and periodically bring me extra dry Bombay Saphire martinis, and put them on my Rhodes. She is allowed to have sex with me occasionally as well.
I want a TV that plays nothing but simpsons and futurama and family guy in continuous loops.
-Glen
Personally, I was thinking Duck Duck Goose was going to hope for any source material that could confirm the etymology of the phrase “mad as a hatter”.
wrong button… always preview…
3 women. 
So, Monster, how YOU doin?

I know one piece of gear I DON’T want ever to see in Heaven… a condom.
A screaming hot electric guitar. Me and Jimi gonna make some music together.
A trampoline. Very big, and very, very bouncy. I’ll be bouncing all over the place. Boing!
A spa, with everlasting hot water, big enough for me and at least 5 other people. Y’all don’t forget to drop by and visit!
well…
1.) universal fabricator system.
2.) private planet to use as raw material.
3.) private planet to live on. preferably, a gaia.
but, for tradition’s sake, a justification of the wings/halo/harp dealie, as in they grant magical holy-tastic powers.
1.) wings are just cool. though i’d prefer demon wings. those are cooler.
2.) the harp lets you focus your powers and abilities. so, play a short ditty, releace a blast of magic that materializes a mug of beer.
3.) the halo is is a cool game on the Xbox. the golden one on your head, however, is a big “magic battery”.
4.) i should really go to sleep. my subconsious has come out to play and it’s not being nice to the other thoughts and concepts. in fact, it’s beating pu my “Id” behind the swing set.
Wings. Or the ability to fly without them.
Unlimited internet access.
Masses of gorgeous male angels all around me.
This takes for granted that one will never need to wash/eat/sleep etc in Heaven, or that these things come provided anyway, eg fluffy white clouds.
This is assuming I get into heaven, which would mean that several of the major religions were dead wrong:
Instead of the halo, I want antlers. Someone else in heaven starting to bore you with some pseudo-religious argument that you just can’t stand refuting again? Just lower the head and charge, baby.
A ring of invisibility, to make such charges more successful. (“Ow! Darn! Must be that invisible angel with antlers again.”)
Duct tape. Just in case.
-LV
I’m not terribly musically inclined, so a harp would be useless. Don’t fancy the gown or halo either. I’d pick -
Comfortable shoes to go cloud treading
A nice white shirt and pants get-up
An MP3 player filled with my favourite songs; and headphones when I need to tune out those kumbayas…