I'm Deranged

My sister just came home and asked if I'd heard of Omegle, a site that instantly connects you in a one-on-one chat with a complete stranger. She'd read about it in a NY Times article:

“The first person I connected with said, ‘let’s have cyber right now,’ ” he said of his experience on Omegle, referring to cybersex. “The second was a 14-year-old kid from London. It’s not hard to see how this is going to be a problem.”

I Googled it and quickly read some Gawker blurb:

Facebook, with its insistence on real names, has made making friends online so cumbersome. [Omegle's] the Internet-chat version of truckstop-bathroom sex — hotter because you don't know who you're hooking up with.

So I wasn't expecting much, but I figured I'd just give it a quick go. Here's what ensued (I'm "You"):

Connecting to server...

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: the game

You: what game?

Stranger: that one

You: ohhhh THAT one

Stranger: where i rape your mother

You: hot

Stranger: i know

You: plus she's dead..that adds another element to things

Stranger: yes

You: right.

Stranger: riggermortis made her tight again

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Granted, I can hold my own when it comes to sick topics of discussion. This is almost on par with stuff that B and I joke about on a daily basis (subtract the dead mom part and substitute lots of dirty anal). But that's where the aspect of anonymity quickly plunges from exciting to effed-in-the-head creepy. I'd much rather be a big ol' pervert with the dude who snuggles me at night than with some demented teenager who literally screwed the pooch, ya heard?

And on a side note, I haven't updated since October? For realz?!