I had a Grandma on the one side. On the other, Gammer and Gaffer. The Great-Grands I knew were Grandma Susan (whose real name was Recha; Susan was her idea of a glamorous American movie-star name), and SA (real name: Phyllis. No idea why. And, yes, our SA makes me go "huh".)

To the nephew, my parents are Baba (he was hoping for Papa, but the early pronunciation error stuck) and $firstname (because she declined to be any grandma-nickname).

So, on one side, your grandparents were hobbits?

Do you think he could shoot the wings off, too? [link]

Just slightly taller.

I am so over Megan Fox. Ew.

Oh, god, me too. Why is she everywhere?

I read about some really brain dead interviews she gave about sleeping only with women who hadn't slept with men because men were icky.

But she sleeps with men too, notably Brian Austin Green which I try very hard not to hold against him.

And she has that nasty tattoo which she's going to expand into an entire sleeve. I'm not against tattoos, but I think she's doing it wrong, and she's going to piss off the makeup crew on every movie she does from there on in.

I'm over her, but I know too much.

headache/migraine. This morning whenever I breathed, this evening whenever I tilt my head to the right.

Gramps/Gramma.

Pops/Mom (although my older brother picked up the annoying habit of "HEY, MA!" with a horrible nasal "A".

Sound keeps going away on laptop, argh. I want to watch Nurse Jackie, not do a cleaning!

As long as she doesn't move into the adoption phase of Angelina Jolie-ism, I can safely ignore her...

Perkins, are they Norwegian?

It's courtesy of Denmark (Dad's family moved there from Germany before WWII), though I think it is the same in Swedish.