The latest in online instant gratification is chat roulette, the online game which combines both all that is good and all that is so horribly bad with the internet.
Rather disappointingly it does not involve anyone playing silly buggers with a revolver. That’s Russian roulette. But I am told that the scenes one can come across whilst playing are not far from the penultimate scene in The Deer Hunter, only less blood, the skull fragments and the brain. Otherwise it’s pretty close.
Like most things people do at their computers these days there is an inane sense amongst some users – usually men - that it is okay to be as socially repugnant as possible when full anonymity is just a click away. And just like all the other online apps that involve free interaction between the sexes it is a world heavily dominated by men who are desperately longing to stumble across a partially clad young girl in the throes of conducting a breast examination.
Sadly it is, like almost everything else on line, a sausage fest.
It’s that kind of misguided belief that leads some of those retards to accidentally-on-purpose stumble across some kiddie porn and before they know it, boom! 400 odd images ‘accidentally’ downloaded to the hard drive. But it’s okay, it’s the internet, no one will ever know it was me...the fuckers.
I must confess that I haven’t actually seen chat roulette in action but then I haven’t needed to. The online collections of web cam stills are everywhere and after flicking through such gems as the ‘30 Best Men Dressed in Female Underwear’ series of stills I’m pretty sure I have all I need to know.
Besides, I have Lillian doing all the work for me, he loves that shit. He’s managed to pull himself away from the delight that is having only just discovered Facebook to do so too, so I am grateful for his compulsive voyeurism and contribution to this particular blog.
I am just not into that stuff, any more than I am likely to start Tweeting any day soon. I am still unsure as to what the fascination is in hearing what other people’s mundane thoughts are. Mine for instance, would be completely boring despite the fact that I am an extremely funny person, but yet me Tweeting ‘I’m buying some oranges’ whilst waiting in the queue at the checkout is hardly going to get anyone’s juices flowing.
Tweeting and chat roulette are just cogs in the wheel of the giant dumbing down machine that seems to be running this particular Matrix. Just like the many ‘Hot or Not’ sites, roulette offers the participants the chance to sort their interaction by attraction, not substance and even then, when they do eventually find someone who appeals to the eye, communication has reached a point where sentences are comprised of 25 words or less. A return to primal grunting may be closer than we think.
If only real life interaction was so easy. Mine is because I refuse to talk to ugly people or anyone who shaves their arms. Legs I can understand, just, but arms, like balls, are meant to be hairy and if you’ve taken the time to deforest them (arms, not balls) then you better keep them well hidden when we come across each other on chat roulette.
I’ll be wearing something tight and revealing. I suggest you do the same.
Rather disappointingly it does not involve anyone playing silly buggers with a revolver. That’s Russian roulette. But I am told that the scenes one can come across whilst playing are not far from the penultimate scene in The Deer Hunter, only less blood, the skull fragments and the brain. Otherwise it’s pretty close.
Like most things people do at their computers these days there is an inane sense amongst some users – usually men - that it is okay to be as socially repugnant as possible when full anonymity is just a click away. And just like all the other online apps that involve free interaction between the sexes it is a world heavily dominated by men who are desperately longing to stumble across a partially clad young girl in the throes of conducting a breast examination.
Sadly it is, like almost everything else on line, a sausage fest.
It’s that kind of misguided belief that leads some of those retards to accidentally-on-purpose stumble across some kiddie porn and before they know it, boom! 400 odd images ‘accidentally’ downloaded to the hard drive. But it’s okay, it’s the internet, no one will ever know it was me...the fuckers.
I must confess that I haven’t actually seen chat roulette in action but then I haven’t needed to. The online collections of web cam stills are everywhere and after flicking through such gems as the ‘30 Best Men Dressed in Female Underwear’ series of stills I’m pretty sure I have all I need to know.
Besides, I have Lillian doing all the work for me, he loves that shit. He’s managed to pull himself away from the delight that is having only just discovered Facebook to do so too, so I am grateful for his compulsive voyeurism and contribution to this particular blog.
I am just not into that stuff, any more than I am likely to start Tweeting any day soon. I am still unsure as to what the fascination is in hearing what other people’s mundane thoughts are. Mine for instance, would be completely boring despite the fact that I am an extremely funny person, but yet me Tweeting ‘I’m buying some oranges’ whilst waiting in the queue at the checkout is hardly going to get anyone’s juices flowing.
Tweeting and chat roulette are just cogs in the wheel of the giant dumbing down machine that seems to be running this particular Matrix. Just like the many ‘Hot or Not’ sites, roulette offers the participants the chance to sort their interaction by attraction, not substance and even then, when they do eventually find someone who appeals to the eye, communication has reached a point where sentences are comprised of 25 words or less. A return to primal grunting may be closer than we think.
If only real life interaction was so easy. Mine is because I refuse to talk to ugly people or anyone who shaves their arms. Legs I can understand, just, but arms, like balls, are meant to be hairy and if you’ve taken the time to deforest them (arms, not balls) then you better keep them well hidden when we come across each other on chat roulette.
I’ll be wearing something tight and revealing. I suggest you do the same.
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