enjoy IMPROV EVERYHWERE’S WORK

enjoy GHOSTS OF PASHA’S WORK”

The above quote is from Chris from GOP in a comment that has since been deleted (at his request.) I think everyone involved is tired of talking about this, and I’m getting tired of reading comments that show up here every time TAL reruns on Showtime or someone hears the radio broadcast for the first time. I think we’ve talked every aspect of this mission to death over the past four years.

If you’re hear for the first time:

To learn more about Ghosts of Pasha’s work outside of this one gig four years ago, visit: http://www.ghostsofpasha.com/

To learn more about Improv Everywhere’s work vist our missions page to see the 75 other things we’ve done outside of this one night:
http://www.improveverywhere.com/missions/

For the record the tard was wearing a blue sweater.

I think every high school/junior college has that group of kids who thinks it’s their responsibility to show people what banal, robotic lives they’re leading by shaking things up, being wacky, being weird, doing something unexpected, defying convention, and generally being enormous pains in the ass with no regard for those around them. All this serves to communicate is that these dicks-in-my-face have so little regard for my intelligence that they honestly believe that without their intervention, I would be unable to provide variety in my own life. This enormous condescension on their part only makes me hate the living balls out of them.

The support that IE receives on this site basically seems to all boil down to, “They’ll thank us in the end, and if they don’t, they’re way to SQUARE, man.” Is it square wanting to read on the subway instead of being hijacked by drama-school kids’ impromptu “birthday” party? Does IE not trust me to “Look up more” if I feel like looking up more?

TAL introduced me to the pranks of IE and left me with this impression: a group of comedy-club washouts who think they are more clever and in touch with what’s really important in life led by an unapologetic smirking tard in a purple sweater. For the love of God and all that is holy, we have enough douchebaggery in this city without you forming clubs to celebrate it.

Too bad some folks can’t appreciate a little extra fandom.
I know at least a dozen bands who would kill for this experience.

And, with that in mind, the end truly justifies the means.