Maybe it'll hook me up with Cher

So I discovered Chatroulette - the online equivalent of all the crazy people who accost you on the bus, train or in the park. Someone was brilliant enough to glean from anthropological observation that humans will voluntarily hook their webcams up with random people on the internet who also have webcams.

A webcam is apparently enough in common to start a conversation, which you or the other person can abort by pressing "next". The equivalent of disappearing from that guy next to you in the subway.

The Globe and Mail article I read was title "Naked Guy, click, Naked Guy," but I found more variety.

I was talking to my dietitian friend on skype and turned my webcam around so she could watch the people popping up on my screen - shirtless young man who looks drugged, four middle-eastern-looking men with stupid grins on a sunny couch, man wearing a fucking balaclava, fat man with mustache who looks pissed off that he can see his own picture staring back at him. Click, click, click.

While this is one of the dumbest things yet to be invented for the Internet, I know it'll be a highlight of future parties. I'm just not sure I'm ready for the other side to see me.