Anton Strout's Blog, page 170

New event to heckle the Anton at!

If your in NYC for BEA this year, there's this all day event, which I am on a panel for late in the afternoon.  Looks like it's going to be a good time.  Details for signing up for it are here:  http://www.libraryjournal.com/info/CA6639192.html




2:45-4:00 pm PANEL IV: Monster Lit/Urban Fantasy
Demon hunters, vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, fairies, witches and zombies all fit into this growing collection area, which crosses from teen to adult as well as from classic to pop lit (a

Ummm

A fourth card has shown up in my in-box, wishing me yet again a Happy Were-jaguar Day!

O__o

I smell consipracy.. or is that bacon? Mmmm.. bacon

Ok, I have now received THREE cards from THREE different people to wish me a Happy Were-jaguar Day on May 12th. It seems there is now a ficticious day of celebration for my ficticious running joke from last year's Writer's Symposium at Gencon.

What gives, people?

More 100% TRUE FACTS about Anton Strout, America's Most Beloved Lower Midlist Fantasy Author

Anton Strout lives in a lifesize replica of the Legion of Doom, which he keeps hidden in a swamp in Central New Jersey.

Anton Strout originated the role of Magical Mr. Mistopheles in the first production of CATS at the Winter Garden Theater.

While he could use his powers to spin the earth backwards, thus reversing time, Anton Strout dedicates himself to spinning turntables in the New York club scene under the Monkier DJ Arcturus Prime.

Anton Strout was one a reoccurring voice over character on the

These posts will make you QUESTION YOUR EXISTENCE and shake your soul to its VERY CORE!

Yes, it's time for a new series, I'd like to call Several 100% TRUE FACTS about fantasy author Anton Strout!


Once, on a bet, Anton Strout wrestled a were-jaguar, earning his powers through RIGHT OF CONQUEST

Anton Strout is America’s Most Beloved Lower Mid-list Fantasy Author (self proclaimed)

Using only the POWERS OF HIS MIND, Anton can spot-on guess most other people’s age, with a degree of error ranging plus or minus twenty years.

Once lived in his nemesis Pat Rothfuss’ beard for three months BEFO

Deep thoughts while pondering Access issues

Some days I wonder who I would be surprised to find out has read me.

I mean, the books are out there, spread out across the country... anyone can pick it up. I just wonder who would shock me most.

To swine or not to swine

Despite everything going on right now and all the hysteria, I just want you to know... I still love you, bacon!

Monday thoughts

If I had a better talent for game programming (right now I might be able to use an old Infocom game generator like they used for Zork and HHGTTG), I'd custom write my own interpretation of The Oregon Trail.

There would be stuff in it like:

While fording the river, your horses are pulled under by aquatic zombies and you drown when screaming out as they tear into you, you lungs filling with water.

You have died of dysentery brought on by parasites brought on by local hoards of rats protecting their n

Is it just me?

Or do you talk to your gps when you're driving around in your car? I do. I'm very polite and tend to thank it a lot for not sending me careening off cliffs like Toonces the Driving Cat.

*puts back of wrist to forehead*

Is very sad that since moving I have not found my iPod. No music, no shows, and no podcasts... I fear my soul may be crumbling...

For a writer who relies on many input triggers, many of them music cues, it's a bit of a hinderance.