January is a very high volume birthday month here at ClubDes and I love leaving birthday wishes on the crew’s Stalkbalk pages. How I haven’t yet got a job writing birthday card’s is beyond me...
Hixie:
Happy Birthday brother. Geez it seems like only yesterday we were doing that thing in your bedroom that we pinky promised we'd never tell anyone about and we both agreed was most definitely not gay because it was like, a practise, and didn't really mean anything. But that's what your early twenties are all about really, a time of discovery. Have a good one big boy.
Braddles:
Happy Birthday Braddles. I came round to wish you it in person but you weren't home so I took the liberty of letting myself in and I've left you a little something in the toilet. Oh and I love what you've done with the wardrobe, it was so easy to find the things I wanted to try on. Nice one!
TBag:
TBag I dunno if it was because I knew today was your birthday but I had a dream about you last night and yes, it was sexual. Something special, especially the bit with the beads, but definitely sexual. Please don't tell anyone. Happy birthday big boy.
Lancey:
Oi, Lance. Pause the BBW porn you love so much and check your Facebook for once in your life cause we're all wishing you a happy birthday, you douche!
Lancey: Dude!!!! it's SSBBW but yeah thanks for the well wishes. I look forward to a ceremonial Tea Bagging when we start back at work. As always, you steady the rim while I work the woody. We'll leave Big Gay Ray's ginger nuts out of it shall we?
DG Macca:
Thanks heaps everyone for your b-day wishes.
ClubDes: I didn't but then I sent you some pretty A grade porn by post, only half of which was homemade. Enjoy :)
DG Macca: FANTASTIC!! I shall add it to the collection of pics which I have been taking from outside your bedroom window for the past 6 months... (I like what you've achieved with the clippers by the way).
ClubDes: You're welcome. You know me, I'm old school; I always feel one should courtesy trim if one is going to expose one’s self via the bedroom window, Cock Roulette or mailed Polaroid.
Showing posts with label Chat Roulette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chat Roulette. Show all posts
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Nerd Behind Chat Roulette
I whacked off recently about how I would never whack off whilst visiting Chatroulette.com, the latest 15 minute wonder on the Net.
Today I came across a couple of articles on the boy – and he is a boy – who came up with the concept and now stands to make enough Russian millions he could buy my favourite football club.
The story of just how 17-year-old Moscow student Andrey Ternovskiy came up with the idea reads like a nerd’s wet dream and is so unlikely you could almost swear it was pinched from the script of some Eighties movie starring Anthony Michael Hall.
‘Student’ is a bit of a loose term really, young Andrey has wagged school so many times since this all started he’s closed to being expelled but it doesn’t seem to bother him:
Ternovskiy: It's not all about ability, it's also about luck. But in fact, everything I know, I've learned from the Web. To be honest, I rarely go to school.
SPIEGEL ONLINE: Why?
Ternovskiy: I am a nerd. The web is everything for me. School bores me. I have my own way of learning: I read Wikipedia. School is a waste of my time and I'd rather use that time to program and for business negotiations.
I hear that Andrey. In fact I even wonder why we send our kids to school at all – the internet knows far more than all the teachers do.
But don’t take my word for it, you can read more on Andrey here.
Andrey Michael Hall, Breakfast Club Alumni
Today I came across a couple of articles on the boy – and he is a boy – who came up with the concept and now stands to make enough Russian millions he could buy my favourite football club.
The story of just how 17-year-old Moscow student Andrey Ternovskiy came up with the idea reads like a nerd’s wet dream and is so unlikely you could almost swear it was pinched from the script of some Eighties movie starring Anthony Michael Hall.
‘Student’ is a bit of a loose term really, young Andrey has wagged school so many times since this all started he’s closed to being expelled but it doesn’t seem to bother him:
Ternovskiy: It's not all about ability, it's also about luck. But in fact, everything I know, I've learned from the Web. To be honest, I rarely go to school.
SPIEGEL ONLINE: Why?
Ternovskiy: I am a nerd. The web is everything for me. School bores me. I have my own way of learning: I read Wikipedia. School is a waste of my time and I'd rather use that time to program and for business negotiations.
I hear that Andrey. In fact I even wonder why we send our kids to school at all – the internet knows far more than all the teachers do.
But don’t take my word for it, you can read more on Andrey here.
Andrey Michael Hall, Breakfast Club AlumniFriday, February 19, 2010
Chat Roulette & Shaven Arms (Not Balls)
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.
Can't wait to see you on the Roulette...
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