It used to be that Chatroulette was the most depressing place you could possibly spend a holiday.
Even when Steve Kardynal’s makeshift wrecking ball breaks mid-song, he gets back up again.
A change is made to a terms-of-service agreement that probably no one read in the first place.
If you're going to use Chatroulette, mind-reading is a far better game than window-shopping genitalia.
The anonymous photo-sharing app could be an X-rated nightmare. Instead, it offers simple and random inspiration from strangers.
In an attempt to find the loneliest people on the Internet, I spent an hour on the speed sleazeball dating forum this morning, talking to anyone who'd listen.