I have sung into the phone, for an art student who was compiling anonymous voices. The requester had an 800 number, and the hardest part of the hit was getting past the switchboard operator at her school, who kept telling me the place was plainly closed for the weekend. I chose to sing Sisters of Mercy onto her tape, and I have no idea if I made the cut, or how the cut was made. I got a lot, maybe 50 cents. I have clicked to grow a garden of responsive flowers, and spent far longer doing that than I should have, really a beautiful thing. I do not remember what he paid. It’s quite a sight, his electronic garden. I like writing. I have rewritten numberless squibs for guys who were, I guess, evading plagiarism. I have written quite a few astrology pieces, and quite a few mortgage pieces. The mortgage guys all seem to be morally challenged, but hey, I wrote for them. I do not like surfing for anyone at all, its too buggy and it’s much much too slow. I also hate happening on porn and on loud noises. Requesters are supposed to warn us about such things but sometimes do not. There are people here who will pay you to write questions, and others who will pay for answers, which appeals to my sense of order. I love surveys, I must admit, especially the ones that work like games. Doing surveys that take the form of games, I often feel as if I am being paid to play. But then I often feel I am being paid to play whatever I do here, just not enough.