My Father's Creativity

In a successful attempt to entertain his girls during our childhood, my father came up with a variety of acronyms and nicknames for things. Acronyms were used to "save precious seconds of life" so to speak, maintaining efficiency and well time-usage in everything he did. Temporary nicknames were given to us mostly because I think he wanted to annoy us. The etcetera is just some terms or titles he came up with for other stuff.

Acronyms:
BSOD - Blue Screen Of Death, as seen much too often on our old PCs
TLS - Tough Luck Sucker, used in place of "sorry, Charlie"
TMI - Too Much Information, usually used in response to a daughter's gross and detailed explanation of thing x.

Nicknames, etc:
Volcano Mouth - a daughter being extremely loud indoors
Load - a daughter; not sure why we deserved this nickname, it was usually used when we were not wanting to do Dad's chores.
Sack Of Potatoes - a daughter being carried over his shoulder.
Gateway To Dessert - my dad wouldn't let us have dessert until we finished the dinner provided.
Nasal Nosehead - when a daughter had a snotty nose and continuously sniffed up the snot rather than blowing it out.
"The Fog's Rolling In!" - exclamation when a daughter was blowing her nose very loudly.
Warp (#) - Dad used Star Trek references a lot, warp 6 on the highway was 60 mph, and so on.
"Photon Torpedoes!" or "Fire Phasers!" - exclamation that meant Dad was about to barrage a daughter with a series of pestering attacks, which included all or some of the following: tickle missiles, reverse rolling cradles, atomic drops and hip checks.
Slow Boat To China or Troop Transport - usually in reference to a daughter or my mom being slow while everyone else is together and ready to go somewhere.
The Lawnmower - Dad used to hold Mandy or I in such a way to create a scissor motion with our legs, to simulate a lawn mower chopping up the grass. The other running, screaming and giggling twin was the grass.
The Washing Machine - he would hold a daughter around the waist and slowly shake and tumble her in the air to simulate taking a ride in a washing machine.
The Flying Machine - he'd lay on his back and we would put our feet on the palms of his hands and grab his feet as he raised them into the air. He'd then waver his arms and legs around so we could drive this air-born "craft" (which never left the ground, ha).
Talkin' Paper - scratch paper Dad always used to help daughters understand math, usually word problems. (in the early days, it was usually the back side of old work printouts from a dot matrix printer!)
Bimbosot - this one daughters actually came up with, because we used to call each other names all the time. It's a combination of bum, imbecile and idiot, ha.
The Itchy Elbow - Dad would say, "hey, my elbow really itches, could you itch it with your nose?" so that we'd put our head in his arms for headlock positioning, it never worked.
The Hand Problem - "I seem to have a problem with my hand" (he'd pull it back into his sleeve) "Could you look in there and see what the problem is? (then he'd act like he'd punch us after looking up his sleeve.

I swear my dad never really intended to hurt us during all his seemingly tortuous shenanigans. Just thought I'd throw that disclaimer out. If he did happen to accidentally hurt any of us, my mom would step in and the intensity of our shenanigans would go down a notch or two. And "You're going to bend my glasses!" was not an acceptable excuse.

"You can pick out a toy" - by "toy" he usually meant something under a dollar, which limited our choices to rubber pencil enders, plastic frogs, or chinese finger traps. I got the frogs after agreeing to eat cranberry sauce for a prize. ( I don't like cranberry sauce).
"Come Get Some" - quoting Duke Nukem in the 1998 version of the PC game, it was usually used as an "I dare you."
Something Fun On A Saturday Morning - cutting the grass, which isn't very fun at all, ha.
"Cease and desist" - stop doing what it is you're doing to annoy me.
"So Shall It Be Done, So Shall It Be Written" - Dad has the final say, his mind won't be changed by pleading daughters.

I think it's funny the range of sources my dad uses: Star Trek, sometimes military terminology, sometimes wrestling terminology, and then quotes from the Charleton Heston version of The Town Commandments. Nice job, Dad. I'll remember all this stuff forever.