The Make-Out Room is Streaming Video of You Getting Wasted (Brought to You by The Silver Bullet)

Jake from the SF Weekly brings to our attention a story from The East Bay Express about BarSpace.tv, the new iPhone app that lets you creep on people getting their drink on while you furiously masturbate in your iPhone-equipped fetish dungeon.  From EB Express:

Founded by a handful of Sonoma County entrepreneurs, the app, BarSpace, and its related Website, BarSpace.tv, employ a simple concept: Install cameras in bars and nightclubs and then streams that video live through a free iPhone app, as well as through the company's Website. The cameras are installed and paid for by BarSpace; each bar decided the hours between which they'd like to transmit a video stream.

The idea, according to the company's CEO, Mike Deignan, is that people can use the app to see whether bars are full or empty — or even whether their favorite bartender is working that night or what the dress code is. Essentially, BarSpace makes it possible to find out what you're getting into, in real time and straight from the source — to gauge a bar's atmosphere against your own expectations and inclinations, without ever leaving your home (or, in some cases, paying a cover). […]

But according to Chris Conley, a technology and civil liberties attorney with the American Civil Liberties Union's Northern California chapter, BarSpace — and technology like it — raises serious questions about personal freedom in the digital age. “Broadly speaking, we would be concerned as a civil liberties issue,” he said, emphasizing that he wasn't familiar with BarSpace itself and thus couldn't speak about it specifically. “The concerns that we would have are, first, that people are actually aware of what's going on — that people know they're being filmed and that picture is being sent across the Internet to who-knows-where. The bottom line is, people need to be part of the equation.”

Most of the bars on the list shouldn't impact the readers of the this blog, and the chaotic lighting of The Make-Out Room and the speeding phallis of Red State intoxication blurs the faces of many of its patrons (although the view of the stage is looking mighty fine).  Even so, who wants to be the lone guy singing karaoke in The Mint while there's still daylight?