Contrary to common belief, I don’t actually have a problem with improvised comedy. It’s dorky to be in to, sure, but even most Improv people agree that it’s uncool. The only time I’ve ever truly resented improv was when my friend made me go to a Groundlings show instead of seeing Trippple Nippples, the Japanese all-girl band who played maybe 3 shows in the US before seemingly disappearing from the face of the earth.
You’re telling me that wouldn’t have been more fun than watching theatre kids “yes and”-ing???
Here’s a bonus cartoon about the state of the world. I forgot to post it yesterday,
because I had a dinner at an acquaintance’s house. I met their soccer-obsessed 12 year old son. His parents said they didn’t know anything about soccer, but are pleased to see how passionate he’s become in the past couple years. Bear that in mind because when I asked who he likes he said Liverpool, and then called me a bandwagon-jumper for supporting Manchester City. So I glassed him. Ah, the hubris of youth!