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Kirkland, WA
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Did you know I can only think of four things at a time? Right now I'm thinking about the number 77, time signature metered time signatures, cute anime characters, and a haircut.
No seriously, feel free to talk to me for whatever reason. Askbox is always open as well as Skype.
Contemporary internet humor is commonly considered to have a very dada sensibility. However, a closer art comparison would be to fluxus. Meme culture and so-called shitposting resemble fluxus scores and performances, and fluxkits.
I was checking out fluxkits and scores in my school’s artists’ book collection and was struck by one in particular, Water Yam by George Brecht published in 1963. The resemblance of this kit to tumblr posts was striking to me, and I wanted to share some of my favorites:
This one reminds me of the nonsensical How To’s of the internet, the first one that comes to mind is the How To Spoon post.
This one may be the most “shit-post”y of them all.
Striking similarity to the gun meme:
I love this one so much because it sounds like someone inventing pop punk for the very first time.
Is it the Trans Mafia or the LGBT Mob? Which is it?
No no no, okay, it’s actually both. See the Trans Mafia is just one BRANCH of the LGBT Mob. We’ve also got the Gay Gangsters, The Lesbian Lawbreakers, and the Bi Biker Gang. There’s also a team of Asexual Assassins. Rumor is, their next target is Governor Pat McCrory, but you didn’t hear that from me.
Mob Gay, scooping icing off a wedding cake with his finger: “That’s a nice sacred rite you have there… It would be a shame if something real… gay… happened to it.”
Cake Shop Owner, shaking: “please I’m just a god-fearing man who loves his wife and runs this here godly cake shop. I don’t want trouble.”
Mob Gay, chuckling: “Haven’t you heard?”
Mob Gay, stuffing his icing covered finger into the man’s mouth and leaning close to his ear:“God is dead”