Mr. Thursday explodes his chromosomes in paroxysmal, haptic lectures (attacks) on libidinal consumerism, adult media and Han Solo. Gnashing 18th century erotica, the IAFD, war-porn, avant-garde MO’s and RPG’s into publicly pulped curiosities is his sweaty business. In these privately coded, slapstick, tours he attempts turning spectacle into intimacy, boredom into sex, and blah into ahhhhh.