There is something magical about Chatroulette. If you can ignore all the masturbaters, and the rest of the fuck-heads you’re left with this:
Something that transports you around the world into a stranger’s life and does it over and over and over again. It does evoke a visceral reaction in me. I find myself taking a breaks from Chatroulette to go take a shower, wash my face. It makes me a little paranoid, I feel like I’m always being watched. Uh, I cover my webcam with blue tape. I battle impulses to smash my computer with an ax for some privacy. It’s a battle I occasionally lose. I am glad Chatroulette lives in my laptop. I don’t think I’d like to live in a world where you could just click someone away.

Casey Neistat is probably one of my favorite things on the internet right now.