I call my bone-raising collection "work documents" and it is located exclusively on the desktop of what is technically my work computer. I have been assembling this collection off and on for the better part of a decade, using my discerning skills as a curator to select only the finest 4.5 terabytes of media.
Getting to the collection is part of the journey. Nested within the folder "work documents" is another folder called "spreadsheets" and within that, coded in the opaque lingo of business, another folder called "q3_2010." But, my friends, these are only tests. The intrepid and the curious will continue past these folders, expecting to find something more captivating than spreadsheets. Something that is over 4,000 gigabytes in size.
I have carefully curated only the biggest wieners jabbing into holes. I have hand-selected and archived footage of peeing with the most intense HD presentation. There are flopping boobs, sex hollering, and hardcore doing it. There are celebrities and people pretending to be celebrities. There are wobbly red things falling out of butts and mascara smeared over gagging faces. There are a lot of gross things that make me feel bad about myself. And that's good, because compelling art should affect you. That's how vital this collection is.
At first I wanted to save all of the disgusting slime piles and slithery gross people covered in sweat for myself. Then I thought, "Why not make animated GIFs out of this stuff and post it on tumblr?" Some people might understand the gravity of greasy butts bouncing around and dope units popping huge boners.
Then I thought that sharing on the Internet is great, but I have put so much effort into curating this collection it really deserves its own show. I presented interactive monitors for viewing the cream of the crop, including Cream of the Crop, and allowed art fans to watch. But that was more about presenting the existing material.
Ultimately, I knew we could take things a step further. A live performance. I am very proud to present work documents live at MoMA. If you would like to see me jack myself raw to a video clip of a woman covered in baked beans I will be at the Museum of Modern Art in Midtown Manhattan in the room next to the funny cat pictures exhibit and the failmeme tunnel.
Now, inexplicably, season three is looming over us like some sort of dome. Season one's plot asked whether or not the town could get out from under the dome. Apparently the answer was "no". Season two asked "I guess we're really stuck, huh?" and the answer was "yup".
With an average of 40 IPAs added every day, it can be difficult to taste them all
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