Still, somehow, against my better instincts, I type my e-mail address and disconnect. I want to see what will happen." I'm trying to be a sport, but it sounds insane; surely this guy is going to send me his favorite photos of naked parts and who knows what else.

Evidently, to get a more realistic experience, I don't need to concern myself with professionalism.

As I understand the mission, I am to find a human being with a webcam pointed at their face rather than their penis.

Fortunately, my friend Bill — my always sensitive and caring friend — can't help saying, "So, what is wrong with you tonight?

As new chatters appear in a window on-screen, he types as fast as he can, politely asking if they'll answer questions for a news story.

It's evident that Bill and I have learned very different rules about talking to strangers. Hesitantly, I open it, and together Bill and I read its three words. I hate to admit it, but maybe sometimes Bill is right.

They've got Chinese characters in the address lines and the subject of the first is "Me Chinese Boy." I open it up, and the text reads simply, "hi." "Awwww ..." says Bill. The next e-mail doesn't have a subject, and I'm pretty certain this will be the one with the crazy photographs.Continue reading Dear and gentle souls of the light I greet you with honour and truth.I am Master Lanto, an ascended master and Chohan of the sixth ray of light replacing Master Jesus in overseeing this sacred expression of the … But welcome to the Bridge of my ship, The New Jerusalem! Continue reading The angels are asking people to open to receiving their divine bounty on this earth.I need to start by thanking my co-worker for suggesting this story's headline. "So basically you're saying you want me to act as — what would you call it — bait? (And, though I didn't admit it at the time, maybe a tad concerned that users just might click past me, too. "I was hoping you'd, um, help with the story," he said. As soon as they see me, they'll click, 'Next.'" OK, he did have a point there. But at least my new acquaintance hasn't hit the "Next" button yet. "Beautiful kindhearted elder sister." Though I want to taunt Bill now, pointing out that I haven't lost my touch, instead I simply write, "I am embarrassed. But I do begin to wonder just a tiny bit if it's Bill who is more naïve, or me who is more jaded.