I'd have to be the God of Caffinated Beverages. I drink enough of 'em... My temple would be a gigantic Starbucks and my followers would be anyone who stayed up for at least 3 nights in a row on a caffine binge. Them and probably long-distance truckers.
Naturally, my archrival would be the God of Sleep Mattresses.
Well, I finally got around to posting to this thread... Which would make me the God of Procrastination! I wouldn't actually have any worshipers, because no one would ever get around to doing it.
I can't take credit for this holiday -- it's either the creation of my brother or of a friend named Jac.
One of my proudest moments, though, was when I was invited to a party celebrating the math PhD of a close friend, and the law degree his housemate had earned a couple weeks earlier. I wanted to bake something for the party, but I wasn't sure what I should make.
In the end, I baked two things: a pie for him, and a torte for his housemate.
I'd be the Small God of Beer, B-movie trivia, and of course Poison-testers!
My followers would all be drunks up all night watching Bruce Campell movies and worring about food poisoning from that rack of ribs they had for supper.
I decided to edit my post due to the fact that as I read them I seem to have attempted to steal the thunder from Sir Osis of Liver by trying to steal his godhood away from him.
I also put b-moveis and a Bruce Campbell reference...my bad.