By Mark La Monica
See that pic of Adam Abramson over there on the left side of this page? Around the Pet Rock cubicles, we call him "Big Cat."
Right now, though, I'm calling him just about every name in Billy Bob Thornton's book of never-before-strung-together curse words.
Why such hate toward the amicable fella? Because this jerk sent me this IM earlier tonight:
www.stickam.com
freak show
i made a free account
and wasted 2 hours of my life watching people video chat
And guess what I've been doing since that IM?
Yep, wasting my life away watching other people talk to each other online.
Stickam is this free video conference Web site that lets you talk to anyone anywhere, provided they've got a web cam. To make matters worse, you can choose just to watch other people talk.
Word on the street is that Stickam.com has been around for slightly more than a year. In case you were wondering when and how the world would end, my guess is soon and via video chat.
Intrigued, confused and scared, I watched the killscene "show." It was the first one in the featured chat section, so I rationalized that it's OK to do this since, technically, i didn't click anything. That way, I could argue passivity in the "Am I really doing this?" Court trial I will deal with in my mind for the next few days.
It was two girls talking to their web cam, and supposedly anyone in the world could enter their chat room and ask them questions. I've seen things like this before, except they were usually clips from HBO's "Real Sex" series.
These girls were fully clothed, though. They started discussing and showing their tattoos. That's when these gems entered the landscape of my permament memory:
"I have a 'Nghtmare Before Christmas' scene tattoo on my leg." "It's gonna be hard to show you because my pants are so tight."
Maybe now you understand why I will steal the Big Cat's phone cord and then call him all night at work so he can only use the speakerphone.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some watching to go do. And no, it's not "Grey's Anatomy."