Today seems to be Gort Day. I say that because Gort suffers from a mild form of atheism weltschmertz epilepsy brought on by strobing light sources. At least she told me that once. So I guess she should not play Fruit Mystery, the new flash game sweeping the nation. It is either the single greatest game you will ever play, or it is the lost film from Infinite Jest.
And that is too bad, because she will never know the answer to the question: Will the ancient beast be happy to eat the pineable?
So I talked Gort into watching me play Fruit Mystery after she made me promise to put a wooden stick in her mouth if she started spazzing out all over the goddamned place. It all worked out okay, probably due to Gort’s relentless optimism.
Sounds like a typical Friday night for you two.