Time Marches On

As a Coffee Pot Ghost, one of the things I worry about is whether or not I will be capable of real growth or change. I kinda skipped that part back when I was alive, but lately I have the opportunity to become more introspective. Trust me, it beats listening to people eat.

I have noticed that I am less interested in boobs than I used to be, but that might be the result of not having a body with hormones. It's hard to say. I am proud to say I still have a sense of humor, although every now and again, the reality of my situation hits me, and I have the urge to throw myself off the counter. What stops me is the knowledge of how that worked out the last time (Skinny Puppy!), and also the fact that I am absolutely incapable of such a feat.

Also, this my new equivalent of bling.

Do you think I could pull it off?

The Future of Television

So, as a follow-up from my first post, it turns out I have less to worry about than I thought. Ben said the IT guy swears he bought the router legitimately. As for why he's hiding it inside a coffee pot, Ben said he got $50 bucks from the guy in lieu of an answer, which was good enough for him. As to why the router is functional, to say nothing of its compatibility with a coffee pot, I only have this to say: don't think about that stuff too hard, or you'll get a nosebleed.

Anyway, I watch a lot of television. There isn't a lot to do in here from day to day, and weekends are hella boring, so most of my time is spent absorbing pop culture like so much soggy grounds. Problem is, Ben has informed me that the future of TV is bleak, and that more and more people are getting their shows online. At first, I thought this was going to be a bad thing, becuase while I do have internet access, I have no job or income to pay for subscription services, and there's only so many times I can watch a monkey washing a cat.

Fortunately, some of the people who work in our office are oblivious to the dangers of identity theft. Our victim, who shall remain nameless, fell for Ben's classic, "Hey Rod, can I take a picture of myself with your credit card?" trick. Now, I can watch Coach anytime I want!

For Starters

I seem to be able to connect to the internet somehow... I think the IT guy may be hiding a router inside me. It says, "Property of U.S. Government." Oh. Oh, no. Ben!

Hmm.. maybe I should be screaming this instead of typing it.