Ones and twos, but I roll them often enough that it adds up to the same as a lazy dull person rolling sixes every time.

You dice don't seem constrained by 1-6 (http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~sgtatham/dice/) :)

I'm fairly sure my dice are somehow conspiring to produce a reverse bell-curve distribution.

I don't pay attention to what the original roll of my dice is. I just keep rerolling until I find something suitable.

I do get a lot of 5s and 6s, but I probably only play them averagely well.

I seem to be rolling a D8. Better chance of high numbers, but the universe throws occasional out-of-range exceptions.

Everyone here threw a great long line of sixes when they were born, and thus ended up human, of substantially above-average intelligence, viable, in the first world and in a time of comparative peace, prosperity and liberty. No doubt the skunk-plutocrats of Planet Zog are watching us through telescopes from their vibro-massage chairs and laughing at our plight, but still things could be a lot worse.

Since then, I reckon I've rolled a fairly even distribution, but maybe there's a better analogy with poker than die-rolling games: if everyone has the same luck, the knack is to reliably distinguish the good luck from the bad, capitalise on the good, mitigate the bad, and especially exploit the fact other people can't tell how lucky you're being at any given moment. You can watch two different poker players dealt the same cards and come away with substantially different impressions of how lucky they've been; thus it is in life, also.

I think I can play my cards better than most; that's probably another important six I rolled a long, long time ago.

I throw the dice and find it's turned into a fried egg half the time. Or a bunch of hydrangeas. And that's when it *hasn't* rolled off the table and fallen into the dog's breakfast. And I live in fear of the day when the dice are going to march back across the table and throw *me* in return.

In the unlikely event that I do throw a low number, however, I have a tendency to glare at the die for a bit, then pick it up and put it down six side up and pretend it never happened...