The thing with the I, Anonymous column is that, naturally, the number of submissions, and more importantly good submissions tends to ebb and flow. The prevailing theory has been that people write more I, Anonymouses during the winter, because the weather sucks and the mood is generally more poopy. However, I have come to disagree. This past winter I was kind of hurting in the Anonymous Dept, but now that it’s spring they have been rolling in at quite a clip. Allow me to direct your attention to the sad little ghettoized corner of our web site where people can post directly onto the I, Anonymous forum (ha! remember those!), where a few of my pet favorites are simmering, waiting for their turn to possibly be printed. This person has something to say about a wanna-be DJ, and this person has a beef with a cruel dental assistant. Meanwhile, the estate sale scene in this town has been deemed unacceptable, there’s an oddly compelling rant about how we should all start crapping and barfing in the street and—my favorite—this guy wrote an open letter to his cyst. Enjoy! And remember that I, Anonymous is always here when you need to blow off steam and/or confess your evil—yet maliciously clever—deeds.