On the Eighth Day of Christmas
…the Gormogons gave to me:
seven GorTs a’ traveling
five Gor-mo-gons
four bags of mail
three Guest Spots
two Boxing Days
and a Hello Kitty in an orange tree
We check our web server logs pretty regularly – they are a wealth of random information. We get all sorts of visitors and apparently get found from some pretty odd search terms. Sometimes we like to have fun with the likes of Google, Bing, etc. and play with some terms. So we mean not to offend but to entertain and those wise enough will keep on reading our site with understanding. And to you “sex milkers” out there, why not stick to something more tame like this?
Oh, and welcome to 2010. And to that insipid DJ on 99.5 in the DC area, no, I’m not waiting for Obama to “tell us all how to pronounce 2010 – is it twenty-ten or two thousand ten…or ten?” Get a freakin’ life.
GorT is an eight-foot-tall robot from the 51ˢᵗ Century who routinely time-travels to steal expensive technology from the future and return it to the past for retroinvention. The profits from this pay all the Gormogons’ bills, including subsidizing this website. Some of the products he has introduced from the future include oven mitts, the Guinness widget, Oxy-Clean, and Dr. Pepper. Due to his immense cybernetic brain, GorT is able to produce a post in 0.023 seconds and research it in even less time. Only ’Puter spends less time on research. GorT speaks entirely in zeros and ones, but occasionally throws in a ڭ to annoy the Volgi. He is a massive proponent of science, technology, and energy development, and enjoys nothing more than taking the Czar’s more interesting scientific theories, going into the past, publishing them as his own, and then returning to take credit for them. He is the only Gormogon who is capable of doing math. Possessed of incredible strength, he understands the awesome responsibility that follows and only uses it to hurt people.