I am Daddy Papersurfer, aka anything you like, and I have a brain the size of a planet, a small planet the size and texture of a marrowfat pea, the orbit of which is stationary. It has been weighed. It has been measured. It has been found wanting.
My wife (Lo, she is a terrible Goddess), aka Kitchen Papersurfer/ (Lo, TG ED.), has a brain the size of a planet, the orbit of which obeys no scientific principle.
Number 1 son, aka Tiggz/ Sally, has a brain the size of a planet, the orbit of which causes him to disappear for months at a time.
Number 2 son, aka Papersurfer/ Penfold, has a brain the size of a planet, the orbit of which is fairly predictable except when surf's up .
Dylan, aka Dylan, has a brain the size of a planet, soon to be a supernova.
Mac is our computer. He has a mind of his own. He's probably got an orbit but he won't let me in on it.
The Hawaiian, aka Dave, honorary member who has special knees.
Frog, aka Frog dog, is a dog, as can be seen above with Tiggz.
Click that BOMB for goodness sake - there's a stat war going on here - and I'm losing!
