This blog isn’t supposed to be perfect.  That’s not the point. The point is the ability to get ones thoughts out on paper in a cathartic manner and to the flex the writing muscle.  The more someone writes, the better they get at it. It’s just like lifting weights; no one will be able to lift heavy or perfectly the first time.  You are learning what you can take on, but if you keep working at it, if you keep pushing, it will become second nature.  To the point where you won’t have to think about it too much.

For too long in my life I’ve focused on making things perfect.  And because I can’t achieve perfection, I give up.  So many projects, dreams and aspirations.. I’ve just given up on because it won’t be perfect.

But nothing ever is or ever will be perfect. You can’t strive for perfection in everything.  The world is not binary.  It’s not about 1s and 0s or right and wrong.  The answer is always somewhere in between, because if perfection existed in literature or writing, than the world’s best novel would have already been written.  There would be no need to write anything new.

Hi Folks, it’s me Michael. Sometimes I feel like I killed myself. Not being on social media. Not reading the news. It’s almost like I buried myself in hole because I couldn’t handle all the noise and distraction. I just wanted to see what it would feel like, to be culturally illiterate.

What is culture illiteracy? The feeling that you cannot identify with your own culture or generation. I want to feel that. I want to feel it so bad. I want to see what it feels like to be an alien on Earth, not knowing what is going on. Just blissful and complete ignorance. Remember Cyper from the Matrix? The agents agreed to wipe his brain completely if he agreed to exchange details on the whereabouts of Morpheus and Neo.

He did.

He’s wish was that he didn’t want to REMEMBER anything. I feel like that a lot of time. The more I remember, the more I dwell, the more I get stuck. The more I ruminate. I’m tired reliving the past to always arrive at the same conclusion.

“You’re a piece of shit Michael”

Does breaking up with girls make me a piece of shit? Does using an ORCA card that wasn’t mine for 7 months make me a piece of shit? Does using the side walk with my E-Bike make me a piece of shit?

I don’t know. I could be oversimplifying or jumping to conclusions. I’m sure there are areas of grey. I’m not sure what those areas are. I don’t want to analyze what they are.

CAN I LIVE? Please let me live and please keep your voice down Michael. You are driving me absolutely crazy.

I caught myself…talking to myself the other day. Sometimes I think I am genuinely going crazy. I don’t want to tell anyone though.


There is this truly touching scene in the Lord of the Rings: Two Towers. It happens at the end of the film. Essentially, everything in the world is going to ah’ hell. Dragons are burning things, lava is flowing everywhere around Middle Earth, people are dieing, and Frodo is about to kill his best friend Sam.


I remember this scene when life get’s rough.

If you’ve been watching T.V. lately you’ve probably seen this incredible commercial from Hershey’s featuring pop-sensation extraordinaire Peter Gene Bayot Hernandez (or known by some as Bruno Mars).

The ad features a spinning candy bar coming out of a vat of salted caramel covered in peanuts and salty tasty pretzels. In background you can hear Peter Gene crooning his Top 100 hit (that has been popular with the millennial crowd); 24K Magic.

After seeing the ad 16 times my sister decided to purchase the candy bar. She said Hershey’s hadn’t released a candy bar since 1995 and this one looked “actually pretty good.” We picked one up at Target for $0.89 after purchasing a selfie stick for my niece’s birthday for $5.00.

As we were checking out I started singing the song in line, and mentioned the effective advertising scheme with the cashier. She laughed and said, “That’s nice.”  My sister became thoroughly embarrassed and said, “Please stop doing that, it’s embarrassing.” We walked back to the car, and my sister giddily opened the candy bar like a small child on Christmas day.

As the bar opened and she began to smell the peanuts, pretzels, and creamy caramel she mentioned, “This smells like a General Mills Milk and Cereal bar.”  After taking a bite, her hopes and dreams were shattered as she learned this candy bar tastes as good as Adam Levine’s music sounds (which is not good).10572000-mnc-bar-honey-nut-cheerios

I took a bite myself and instantly wanted to die. Why in the hell did Hershey’s spend millions of dollars advertising such a mediocre candy bar? Did they think if they put Peter Gene’s song in the ad people would think the candy bar tasted better? It’s false advertising and fake news.

We need to protect ourselves from these terrible ads. God speed.

What if there was a subculture of society, called the Irrationals. They adopted a lifestyle that was based on as much freewill as possible. Their belief system was that free will was dying due to the part of AI, machine learning, and data driven technologies. They felt their freedom was being taken away slowly, everyday.

As their freewill was slowly being taken away, people became slaves to technology. The only way to stop it, would be to disconnect entirely.

The irrationals way to combat the machine learning models and algorithmic driven lifestyle would be to do irrational things. Things that the model could not anticipate.

But the irony is that with every input the Irrationals make, the model could track more information on them.

Eventually the Irrationals would be caught. It would be a tragic story. I’d love to tell this story. Here’s my plot idea, or premise.


The movie would be called, the Irrationals, of course. It would feature a group of friends who go on mission to completely delete all citizens personal data. To stay undercover, they would employ the use of archaic technologies, relying on analog products to send and receive messages.

There would be some sort of wizard or sage like figure who owns an antique shop full of analog goods that aren’t attached to the internet. Things like DVD players, CD players, Walkman, and CRT monitors. This figure would supply the irrationals with the technology they would need to not be tracked. They would use handled radios to communicate with each other, and carrier pigeons.

The Irrationals would be scrappy. They would also make mistakes often. They would know how to do things by hand that other people in society could not understand. They would use gestures and symbols that were foreign.

Great example would be the sage or wizard character. He uses greetings that pre-date the internet. He shakes hands, he keeps eye contact. He has in some way preserved the culture that has died. His behavior is strange to people. But to the audience, he is the most relatable and down to earth character.

I think it would be interesting, if the story was told through the perspective of the wizard character, but done as a Hero’s Journey. Imagine if Star Wars was done through the perspective of Obi Wan.

The Obi-Wan character, sitting on the planet as he watches the moon blow up with all the data servers. It causes the Earth to spin entirely out of control, at the expense of everyone’s data being deleted. People live with freewill for a time before the Earth get’s cold and dark and spins uncontrollably out into space. It’s a price they pay for a bit of freedom. Would you sacrifice the human race just for a moment, just to be free for sometime?

Now, what would be cool is if Earth was spinning out of control. Into the vastness of space, and people didn’t know why. That’s how the film starts. It’s cold as hell. Sub-zero temperatures. Only a few people alive, and they uncover some cassette tape buried.

Let me spin on this one for a bit.





Paul Newman once said, “If you don’t have any enemies, you don’t have any character?”

Who is Paul Newman? He was an actor, race car driver, and owner of a spaghetti sauce company.

What does that mean?

Does that mean if you want character, you need to walk up to every person you meet and throw spaghetti sauce in their face?


It means if you want character, you’ll have to walk up to every person you meet and say, “I love anchovy spaghetti sauce, and I think NASCAR is the greatest sport on Earth.”

Or in other words, it means if you want character, you’ll open yourself to criticism, you’ll make yourself vulnerable, you’ll stick up for what you believe in. Or in my case you’ll grow a mustache.

And when people tell you, “I hate anchovy spaghetti sauce, NASCAR, and YOUR MUSTACHE”, you’ll simply smile and say, “I love anchovy spaghetti sauce, NASCAR, my mustache, and you.”

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“I’m sorry to hear that you don’t like my mustache. That’s OK, I own a fucking spaghetti sauce company. What do you do? Oh that’s right you eat my spaghetti sauce.” – Paul Newman, 1983