The Ghost

Ghost: Good evening Brendan.
Brendan: Good evening Ghost.
Ghost: As you can see, I have a sheet pulled over my head, I float pretty easily, and I don't have a visible mouth. Overall, pretty typical.
Brendan: Yes, and your eye-sockets are black. Is that recessive?
Ghost: Probably.

Brendan: Say, Ghost, how can i become, you know...a ghost?
Ghost: Eek! Really? Because I could tell you.
Brendan: Yes please, Ghost.
Ghost: Well, in its most simplistic form, ghostostranism denotes the ability to remove yourself from a designated space, and still remain eerily present.
Brendan: How do you mean?
Ghost: Okay, so let's say you walk into an old farmhouse that's been inhabited by the same three horses...ahh, lets call them Frank, Billy, and Tyrone...for the past 12 years. All of a sudden blah, blah, blah, something happens and suddenly the horses are gone. Are you still with me?
Brendan: They were all mares?
Ghost: Yes, nevermind that. Anyway, don't you think that if you walked into that farmhouse even a week later, it would sort of feel eerily like the horses were still there? You know, their presence can still be felt kind of stuff?
Brendan: Yeah, I guess so.
Ghost: So that's the idea Brendan. Make your presence felt somewhere, and then become invisible.
Brendan: Hmm...can i get a white sheet? Actually, has anybody ever done a black sheet?
Ghost: Not since the original Star Wars came out.
Brendan: Oh.

Ghost: So, out with it already. What is your interest in ghostostranism?
Brendan: That's a fair question. Here is a mild answer: About a month ago I started this sort of web writing page with high ambitions. I guess the idea is to write about your life, and let people read it. I love to write, and am selfish enough to go on for days about myself, so i figured the cat would lap it up with no problems. But then i hit a snag. I realized that I have a million experiences from my first year in Philly, and not a clue where to begin. What is more, i am not all that inspired to write about myself at the moment...
Ghost: But you still want to write something.
Brendan: Exactly! It's like I want to be a ghost on my own web page! Instead of writing about myself, I want to write about my friends, my family, and that old man in blue jeans who was riding his bike in the rain today. I want people to be able to come on and read about themselves, and the other people in my life, so that they can know the people that i love and feel mutually encouraged.
Brendan: Get it???
Ghost: Got it.
Brendan: Good.
Ghost: Okay, so all that you have to do now is disappear. Sound good? Brendan? Hey, wait a second! Brendan? Brendan???!