A book you own that no one on your friends list does: This one would be easy enough if I dug into my occultism collection (especially the Masonic collection), but let's try to be less obscure. I'll try The 21 Balloons, by William Pene du Bois, one of my favorite books growing up. It's the story of the last days of Krakatoa. Sort of. Delightful, light-hearted, kinda vaguely science fictionish. Highly recommended for older kids.
A CD you own that no one on your friends list does: Trickier -- we have scads of CDs, but the majority are relatively big-label rock. Hmm. I'd love to say the one and only album by The Claudias, but we've never managed to replace that after it was stolen out of our car. I could probably find some albums from my electronica (I'd bet that no one has all of my Tomita collection, for example), but I haven't been listening to that much lately.
Okay -- let's try What, Again?!, by Lou and Peter Berryman. The Berrymans have written zillions of songs down the years, many of which have been covered by people with better voices. (They're brilliant, but not beautiful.) This one is a collection of many of their better songs, including "Squalor" (it's all because she didn't eat her vegetables), "Do You Think It's Gonna Rain", the oft-filked "Your State's Name Here", and the greatest of all their songs, "A Chat With Your Mother" (it's from them I would expect to hear the F-word, not from yooooou!).
A DVD/VHS tape you own that no one on your friends list does: Hmm. I'm going to limit myself to pre-recorded video, because it would be far too easy otherwise. (This is the House of Media, after all.) I've got some pretty obscure stuff that I'm sure would pass, but let's try something good, first. How about The Rutles? A fine, utterly deadpan parody of the Beatles, done by Eric Idle and a whole lot of other seriously talented comics.
A place you've been that no one on your friends list has been: Hardest of the bunch -- I'm really not that well traveled. There are a couple of options, but I'll go for Kitty Hawk Kites, where I learned to hang-glide 20-something years ago. Glorious place to do so: constant breeze, endless soft sand, and good instructors. One of these days I really need to try that again...