Several years ago, I worked at a film production company in South Florida. Sometime after I started working there, we began our own BBS, right around the time that the World Wide Web was getting off the ground. And somehow -- I'm not really sure how it all started -- I ended up with my own section, affectionately titled Mental Snot. This grew to become an ecclectic collection of my writings. Mostly short, some rants, some poetry, some fiction, some humorous, some serious. Whatever I was in the mood for at the time.

Here, I will be reposting some of my favorite earlier works, and I will also be adding new material in the near future. It's a free site, so updates will be whenever I have the time and inclination, just like it was when I started. I hope you enjoy the site, and if you do, please pass the word on to your friends.

Welcome to Mental Snot.

While scouring the web, I frequently check the bios of people who host their own bizarre sites, so I figured it was only fair that I post mine, though I will keep it very brief.

My name is Michael Yanovich. And some time during highschool, my friend Chris Folmar gave me the nickname Yak, which has since stuck, although in my writings, I sometimes refer to myself as The Snotster.

As I write this, I'm about ten days shy of my 30th birthday. I currently live in Santa Monica, California (a coastal suburb of Los Angeles), having recently moved from Miami Beach. I've also lived in Washington, D.C., Richmond, Boston, Chicago, and my birth place: Medellin, Colombia.

I'm a filmmaker, and my business partner and I run two production companies, one for commercials and music videos (FreakShowFilms), and the other geared up for our first feature film (Arcana Pictures). No. We're not hiring.

I've also just realized how incredibly bizarre it is to write a personal introduction. Like anyone is going to read it, right? But then again, here you are, and you've actually made it to the fifth paragraph. Why? What on earth do you want to learn from this drivel? Wanna stalk me or something? Hunh? That's it. I'm calling the cops.

Yes, I'm serious! You've got to the count of three to get the hell out of here.

One.

Two.

Ah, fuck the cops. I'll just fling some mental snot at you instead.