My Friend Mike "Miquelito" And I Talking About Our Day At Work. Gotta Love Customer Service.

My friend Mike "Miquelito" and I talking about our day at work. Gotta love Customer Service.

Random test I did, before doing Trevor's final portrait.

Thank you, but no thank you.

I've always considered myself somewhat aware of the rules of social behaviour of the people in certain sites. If I send a message to a guy and he never replies after reading it, I'll assume he's not interested and move on to the next thing. When someone sends me a message I always try to reply and if I'm not interested, most of the times, I'll try find a way to reply in a polite way expressing a "thank you, but no thank you" idea. But there are times... certain times... when I just don't reply because there's absolutely no polite way to get back to that person in a nice way (they're either too weird or something like that), so I just ignore the message hoping the other person realizes I'm just not interested. 

A while ago I received a message from this random creepy guy, who wrote me a message a few days ago that I read, but never replied. His latest message said something like this:

"What happened?? I sent you a message but you never replied... is it because you can't or because you're full of shit? ... I hope you're not mexican because they always think they're the best thing ever" 

And I'm like 

I don't really understand how do you expect to get a response from a person by being rude, weird and racist (the guy is hispanic, which makes it even worse being racist towards your own ethnicity). Apparently there's always a nutcase out there, waiting to show us we never really get to understand the social dynamics of the net completely. 

Happy birthday HAL 9000! "I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do." ... Ah what a lovely sentien on-board computer (when it's not trying to kill everybody of course)

Did this one while I was in college a couple of years ago. It was a weird year.

Carlos Valenti is my favorite guatemalan painter, his life is like a novel, a tragedy. It all ends in Paris, one bed and two bullets in the heart. One day I'll visit his grave and put an orange flower, to the prince of the Orange Castle.