Alas The Time Is Anon

I was on some websites this morning, hoping to find paid writing work (sort of an oxymoron actually).

One ad I came across was posted by a playwright who wanted people to contribute their personal and heart wrenching stories to her cause of writing a cathartic (and probably boring as hell) one person diatribe to be staged in the subway or some other dark, dank dungeon reminiscent of a medieval torture chamber. In this way she'll hopefully be able to educate the world (or at least the people in Alphabet City) about "issues" while at the same time attracting casting agents to come see her so that she can book the part of the Mom in a "Huggies" commercial, which is cathartic provided you like poop.

Here's some of the ad. Please pay careful attention to the bolded part:

This is a subject close to my heart so I promise to treat it with the utmost respect. If you would like to remain anonymouse, I will do so. If not, you will be given credit when the play is published/performed.

I must say, I love to remain "anonymouse" whenever I can. In New York this comes in especially handy as "we is loaded up with mouses." I wonder if writer Garrison Keillor, the famed Minnesotan, likes to remain "anonymoose" if he takes a writing job in Minneapolis. One thing I'm fairly sure of even though I don't know the man personally: He probably uses SPELL CHECK before he posts an ad.

I'm very tired and will now leave you. Good day.