You know, I'm getting addicted to Craigslist. Any of you have the same addiction? My Mom is addicted to estate sales, looking for her 350th cup and saucer set, and in the same way, I'm scanning CL for the flotsam and jetsam of busted dotcoms. A DVD burner for $90. A wireless router for $50. A WiFi card for $20. I don't really need the stuff, it's just a way to pass the time, like watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer until I'm catatonic. Sucking on glass tit. Emotional anesthesia. I'm sure there's a twelve step program for Craigslist somewhere...

Then I notice this area called Casual Encounters. Man, this stuff is wild. For example, here's an ad that was posted yesterday: "I walked in on my boyfriend fucking some whore last night, but I got out of there before he noticed me. I am totally furious and need to get him back in the worst possible way. He is not a big guy at all and usually high on pot so I promise you won't need to worry about him hurting you. I need any guy to be fucking me when he walks into my apartment tomorrow night after his class. I am a very attractive 23 girl who is really hurt and needs to get fucked immediately. I promise I will not dump any drama on any of you, just come over and be fucking me (I promise I'll let you do anything) when he walks in and once he sees what's happening he'll run crying and you can finish on me and leave...no questions asked. Please let's take care of this before tomorrow night, I can't handle keeping this in any more."

I wonder if it's for real? Sounds to me like the premise for a low budget thriller. Slacker guy reads the ads, goes for it, and the couple ends up killing him for fun. The roommate goes looking for him, and by examining his webhistory and email, uncovers a cult of serial killing bloggers who use CL to lure unsuspecting unemployed dotcommers to their doom.

Ah, the promise of the Internet... fulfilled!