Anthony was born somewhere in between the beach and the ghetto, took one look at the water and the sand and figured that it would save him a minor fortune on grease and moisturizer if he just stayed out of the water and went inland. As a result, he grew up in the land of NWA, Ice Cube, Easy E, and tangentially Snoop Dawg. Which is all rather ironic if you take into account that he was not allowed to listen to much rap growing up. Anthony grew up watching far too many movies on the old-school pay television (in the days when you needed a key to get your "cable"), a rickety VCR, and on the myriad of silver screens in the Los Angeles Area. Needless to say, he has watched his share of crap movies, most of which have provided mountains of fond memories which are crushed under the boot of reality when he sees them again as an adult. Anthony went to Yale where he got to write papers on good movies. Except for that one film, Birth of a Nation, the silent DW Griffith epic about the KKK. Anthony laughed about that one. And then proceeded to get drunk on Sangria and talk smack about "Getting Whitey back for that shit." He has yet to make good on that drunken rant, a fact that Anthony appreciates, as it would mean he'd feel bad about mocking Barbarian Queen and Gymkata if he did. Because they've already done enough damage to the white race to last a lifetime of vengeance. Anthony does not find it creepy at all to write about himself in the third person. Mostly. Oh yeah. And he had a run on this reality show . . . something about tribes and an island and votes. Something like that. Anthony's Survivor Page