At around 12:30 am EST, Chatroulette is not exactly at its finest. After logging on, the first two people I encountered were young men, probably around 18, who just skipped me immediately. The third, a penis. And the fourth. I did manage to get a quick conversation with a guy from Pittsburgh... at least long enough for him to tell me where he was from. It's a pretty bizzare experience—suddenly finding yourself face-to-face with a random stranger who happens to be on the same website as you. It puts a face (if you're lucky) to the Internet. But after a couple brief conversations, a good amount of immediate skips, and way more dicks than I'm comfortable with, I think I came to the conclusion that I really don't want to know who my fellow web-surfers are. Some things are probably better left unknown.
Then again, it's probably my fault for putting this off until late the night before... maybe Chatroulette is a friendlier place in the daytime? Somehow, I doubt it, but either way I think I'm going to take this as good motivation not to procrastinate so much.
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