Nothing too exciting where my nicknames are concerned: Anna Banana, Annie Bananie, Annabel (I usually threatened people with bodily harm when they called me that), Animal, Mona and more recently, Brat and Mooster.
Some drink at the fountain of knowledge…others just gargle.
I think we’ve talked about this before, but since I was named after my mother, my family called me Little Val, until Mom got all sensitive about being known as “Big Val,” at which point my stepdad decided to start calling me Junior, which stuck. The whole damn family still calls me that. They think it’s cute. Aaaargh.
“I’ll tell you a secret, baby - maybe you can’t do better - gotta settle for second best” - the Judybats
For some reason a girl gave me the nickname “daddy peyote” in high school. Kind of odd since I hung with a pretty straight crowd but it sorta stuck.
“Popeye? Hm? He’s not much of a judge of women!” King Blozo
Tri-Pod.
Yer pal,
Satan
First Place
Most Popular Poster of the 20th Century Competition
As overseen by Coldfire
Bren
Brenda Flea (real name Brenda-Lee) is what my little brother called me when he was being a pain.
When I had a Mac computer at work the first 4 letters of my name would get cut off so when I sent an email (to people with PCs) the sender name would read daPayne. Those that think they’re being really cute will call me daPayne or some other variation of the last name.
“Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.”
First be glad that your dad gave you a nickname.
Any Dallas area dopers may have read about my
family nicknames.It may be a southern thing but,I am Tiger( no idea why,my late fathers idea)brother Bubba,sister B,another sister Ra Ra.Lets see my kids are oldest to youngest Scooter,Buggy,and Shorty.Also an uncle Shorty and one named Peewee. My wife is from Cal.
so I took it upon myself to name our nephews
Shane’b and Chrispy.Oh and the hard one to write my Dad Haskell Rudolph who was known as Hack,Rudy, and Robbie
As a lad, pop always called me ‘Buck’. Later, when I asked him why, he replied ‘Because you ain’t worth much’.
Gee, thanks, Dad. g
-spankboy
From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee-
As my surname is Chappell and I was in junior high in 1980 when Ted Kennedy’s run for president was big news, I was universally referred to as Chappaquiddick, which was then shortened to Quiddick. That stuck for a couple of years and I remember a new kid asking me why people called me that. I explained it and he said he thought it was pretty dorky. I agreed and pointed out that it wasn’t my idea.
My initials are J.C., and since I had very long brown hair and a beard in college (still have the beard, cut off the hair years ago), you can guess the nickname they hung on me. Several of my friends still call me that. So watch out, Satan! One of my more literate friends decided to call me Joe Christmas. Ten points to anyone who can figure out why. And yes, it’s pretty dorky, too.
My nickname is Breezy, got it about 2 minutes after I was born and Mom still calls me that. I got some interesting variations:
Boxes of Breeze (feeble annoying 6th grade boys)
Easy, sleazy, etc, Breezy (High school, of course)
Weezy (my brother, I liked that one 'cause it was Louisa May Alcott’s nickname too.)
Breezy-naner (from my obnoxious redneck uncle)
My name’s Bob (Robert), and my nickname is Bullet. There’s also Big Bob, which somtimes is changed to Medium Bob. There’s Blue, 'cause I umpire fast pitch softball. My wife and kids swear that’s the only way to get my attention… “Hey Blue!” As a kid I got called “OutWrong” a lot because my middle name is Enright. How f*cking clever, aye?
I have a brother who’s middle name is Derby (Can you tell I’m part Irish?). He’s been called Derb so long that there are a lot of people who don’t know his real name. (and before any of you wisenheimers say anything, I KNOW there are a lot of people who don’t know his name, but I’m talking about people who know him, and don’t know his real name!) Sheesh, ya gotta be so careful in this place sometimes!
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My Dad used to be called Snailguts. Nope, I don’t know why- and I don’t wanna!
I have often wondered if anyone else in the world has lived as long as I have, without a single nickname. I had five siblings, dozens of cousins, and have lived fifty some years with associates who regularly hung nicknames wanted and unwanted on everyone in sight. Not one for me that lasted past an evening.
I even wonder, at times if this says something about me. Am I somehow doing something that prevents that from happening? Is it a character flaw? Is it an absence of character? Who knows.
“The other night, I was laying in my bed, looking up at the stars, when I wondered… ‘Where the fuck is my roof?!’”
– ** Anonymous **
i got the usual princess (which at one point i thought was my middle name). then later on, ‘miss piggy’ because everytime i ate, i’d get food all over my face.
that’s about it.
“human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust; we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.” - albert einstein
Wow, I’m boring, I guess. Growing up, I was awfully sensitive, so I always thought any nickname was an insult. The only ones I don’t mind are slight variations on my name: Kylie, Kyle, Kylers, whatever. It’s hard to really do anything to such a short name. My mom has always called me Kylita, and continues to, even though I’m four inches taller than her now. My sister has recently taken to calling me Killer, which I can’t stand. I don’t make a fuss, though, cause I know that’ll just make her do it more.
~Kyla
“Anger is what makes America great.”
My flatmate and oldest friend still calls me Spam, Spammy, Spamtabulous, and other variations on the same. I remember her introducing me to someone once as ‘Spam Dog’ hmmm.
As a child my brothers called me ‘Mrs Kafoops’ (sp) and to this day call me ‘teabag’‘or p’squeti legs’
None of them are at all very endearing.
I can’t think of anyone who actually calls me by my real name actually apart from work colleagues.
my name is Shannon Lee Vercher, so growing up my mom would call me Chandelier, dad called me Shan the Man, kids in school called me Shannon Vulture, Shannon Virgin, or I would here stuff like ‘Patience is a Vercher’ etc. etc.
I now have a nickname in the town I currently live in with a group of friends, P-cat, I met a couple of them online (under the name psycat although they read it as P-cat(?)and the name just stuck, most of them don’t even know my real name, which is fine by me.
so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts. what’s so amazing about really deep thoughts? Tori Amos
Everybody calls me “Prez” – short for “President of the Tenor Saxophone.” Billie Holiday started that up back when we were with the Basie band, after I began calling her “Lady Day.”
No, wait…that’s Lester Young. Damn. Sorry, guys.
Uke
Everybody in my family used to call me “Doody” (okay, you can stop snickering now). My sister was “Goosie”. My grandma still occasionally refers to us with those names.
Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”
In chronological order:
Dit - I couldn’t pronounce my name, David, and rendered it Dit.
Sour - Fun with my last name.
Robot - I was scarred emotionally, and displayed no emotions for quite a while.
Doc - My nickname for the past 15 years.
Uke, you almost gave me a heart attack. I was sitting here rolling my eyes and saying, “Um, Uke’s not the PREZ.” But you’re sooo close.
My father calls me Mel-Mel, my grandmother calls me Mimi or Mimit (pron. mee-meet). My sister calls me Chirpy. Most of my friends call me Mel and my really good friends call me Smel.
Formerly unknown as “Melanie”