Hank and I exchanged sheepish glances over laughing when one cast member called another one a whore.
When Laura mentioned that Hank Green was doing an improv comedy show in Bozeman, a bunch of us nerds ran to get tickets. One of my friends had acute appendicitis, and he still showed up for the show. His appendix later ruptured, but I don’t think he regrets prioritizing comedy.
Hank Green is this incredibly endearing science expert. What Neil deGrasse Tyson is to astrophysics, Hank Green is to…all the other sciences. Like, he gushed over the paradoxical roundness of an inner tube at one point during the show, and that was just so Hank Green of him.
The premise of the show was story-inspired improv. Hank was supposed to ask the audience for story prompts, but he kept panicking and asking us to yell out shapes. The shapes we yelled were inspiration enough for him to come up with a story from his past. He would tell it in his usual, “Aw shucks, science!” way. The improv cast would then pull material from his three-minute story for their skits.
For instance, the inner tube story led to one cast member being an angry river, weaving through the audience as he gave everyone the finger. And then another cast member gave birth onstage because of Hank’s story of finding an egg inside an egg. It was bizarre and they lost the sense of any coherent plot, but it was funny, because Hank.
The comedy bar gave us free packets of oatmeal as we left, and that was by far the weirdest part. Being served overnight oats in a dingy underground bar caused a brief cognitive dissonance. Watching a man pretend to be a belligerent river made much more sense.
Hank Green is this incredibly endearing science expert. What Neil deGrasse Tyson is to astrophysics, Hank Green is to…all the other sciences. Like, he gushed over the paradoxical roundness of an inner tube at one point during the show, and that was just so Hank Green of him.
The premise of the show was story-inspired improv. Hank was supposed to ask the audience for story prompts, but he kept panicking and asking us to yell out shapes. The shapes we yelled were inspiration enough for him to come up with a story from his past. He would tell it in his usual, “Aw shucks, science!” way. The improv cast would then pull material from his three-minute story for their skits.
For instance, the inner tube story led to one cast member being an angry river, weaving through the audience as he gave everyone the finger. And then another cast member gave birth onstage because of Hank’s story of finding an egg inside an egg. It was bizarre and they lost the sense of any coherent plot, but it was funny, because Hank.
The comedy bar gave us free packets of oatmeal as we left, and that was by far the weirdest part. Being served overnight oats in a dingy underground bar caused a brief cognitive dissonance. Watching a man pretend to be a belligerent river made much more sense.