The sounds of a dialing phone and an activating modem find Jason inside of the firehouse, sitting in front of the computer. Now, I don't remember the dominant styles and fashions of 1997 with any great clarity, but I can only guess from Jason's unmatching denim duds and wide-brimmed ten-gallon hat that "Gay Cowboy Chic" was the latest in de rigueur poser gear for at least one brief, shining moment that winter. Jason stands up and speaks into an attached microphone, "Sean, can you hear me?" We cut over to the CCC to discover Sean and Syrus, sadly not dressed in a cop costume and an Indian costume, and Jason is clearly disappointed that his two un-fun-loving roommates have decided not to go along with the whole "Village People Reunion Tour" thing he seems so hell-bent on cultivating today. They are in the process of setting up a computer program called "CU-SeeMe" (say it together, naturally...Lionel Richie, call your lawyers), which will allow people to see and hear each other with the help of built-in cameras and microphones, communicating in real time over this crazy new invention we know today as "The Internet Machine." It's like living in the future, really. But just at this moment, technical difficulties ensue, and Sean worries that "this thing isn't set up right." Oh, Sean, I'd say it's set up just fine. The reason you're having trouble accessing Jason's image on your monitor is because the computer is actually smarter than you think: it simply refuses to process the visual information of his awful, awful hat. I wish my television were equipped with the same technology, but then again, my work -- as is the work of this inconspicuous non-profit organization quietly nestled in a small Boston suburb -- isn't fully funded by MTV. Yet.

Over in The Most Extraneous Confessional Ever, Sean village idiots himself into his usual corner with the sentiment, "The CU-SeeMe software is pretty cool. When we're gonna be talking to people, we're gonna be able to see them!" Which is probably one of the primary reasons that the creators of said software ultimately decided to strike "NotCU-Can'tSeeMe" from their shortlist of applicable names for the program. I mean, duh. Suddenly the program seems to work just fine, as the lucky members of the CCC team can hear Jason's hilarious quip, "All I can see is Sy's head, and it's blinding me." Oh, ha ha. Try not to get too rich mining all that comedy gold over there, Smartass McCleverstein. Considering your own corporate co-branding between B-M and the gay rodeo, I would seriously reconsider calling attention to the area of anyone's head, lest ye yourself want to be harshly judged.