The machine ALWAYS lies. With coffee, it says "preparing your fresh ground coffee"...and my response is "f*** you, machine. I know it's not fresh ground, because I was the one who put in the little plastic packet into which the "coffee" was ground probably eons ago. So the only way to interpret its statement is that the coffee has been freshly brewed from ground coffee, which is...how coffee works. Barring someone just pouring water over a bunch of beans into a mug, it's going to be made "freshly" with ground up beans. So basically the machine is telling me that my eyes are working and the machine is performing its task, but it has to be a fancy man about it.
From this machine, I drink coffee solely because I'm trying to avoid drinking soda, because I don't like coffee much. So I usually get a mocha -- which, as I learned from said coffee machine, is just coffee with hot chocolate in it. (I do not know these things and I don't enjoy the differences between wine. I am not welcome in the white guy club.) And the mocha...it's even worse. This time the machine's not lying, it's just an asshole. With the mocha, it says "preparing your indulgent mocha". Indulgent? Come on. 1) machine, check dictionary.com -- in·dul·gent /ɪnˈdʌldʒənt/ Show Spelled[in-duhl-juhnt] adjective -- characterized by or showing indulgence; benignly lenient or permissive: an indulgent parent. 2) Are you kidding me? There is nothing indulgent. It's powdered coffee, powdered hot chocolate. It's about as indulgent as doing your taxes. The only, only, only way that you can call it indulgent is to use it in the more colloquial sense that basically means gluttonous. The machine is telling me "hey fatass, you'll get your fucking sugar caffeine shit."
So I hate our coffee machine and am going to have to see the movie Tron so I can figure out how to kill it from the inside.