I'm new thread CRAZY!
In posting on Paul Scheer's "How low can you go" thread, I realized I have a larger improv problem that's been surfacing lately -- I LOVE TO PIMP THE SWARM. It's horrible, of course, and I make no excuses for my shabby behavior, other than this: I know it comes from total faith in my teammates ability to be brilliant no matter how badly I screw them over. What are your favorite pimps, either by others or yourself?
Here are the three that convinced me I have a problem:
1. Last night, I was a winged fairy for some stupid reason, and I sprinkled fairy dust on Andrew Daly. He rightly asked, "What does that do?" to which I replied meaningfully, "You'll find out!" and flew away, and then popped back in and added, like the biggest a-hole in history, "and it'll be amazing and remarkably impressive when it happens!" Daly became a monkey for several seconds and then continued with the scene.
2. Swarm's in jail, there's some talk of a farewell poem to Katie's big head (the game of the scene, not her real life head), and I say to Sean, "Read it!" and then, in a moment of inspired pimping, I add, "NO, let SAMMY read it!" and point at Dave Blumenfeld, who I desperately wanted to hear improvise a poem. Dave proceeds to improvise one of the most beautiful, hilarious poems about a girl's big head ever. I have been told that I was acting annoyingly smug on stage that night.
3. I'm Sean Conroy's boss, and I'm yelling at him about being incompetant (or something. Who can sort out all the Conroy abuse scenes at this point?). The scene had clearly run its course, and Sean and I are just staring at each other blankly, so after a moment of silence, I add, "NOW GET DOWN AND PRETEND YOU'RE MY HORSE!" which, needless to say, had nothing to do with anything. My Swarm-mates on the back line heightened the pimp by not editing as Sean slowly got down on all fours and I did in fact ride him like a big, bespectacled horsie.
What's wrong with me?
In posting on Paul Scheer's "How low can you go" thread, I realized I have a larger improv problem that's been surfacing lately -- I LOVE TO PIMP THE SWARM. It's horrible, of course, and I make no excuses for my shabby behavior, other than this: I know it comes from total faith in my teammates ability to be brilliant no matter how badly I screw them over. What are your favorite pimps, either by others or yourself?
Here are the three that convinced me I have a problem:
1. Last night, I was a winged fairy for some stupid reason, and I sprinkled fairy dust on Andrew Daly. He rightly asked, "What does that do?" to which I replied meaningfully, "You'll find out!" and flew away, and then popped back in and added, like the biggest a-hole in history, "and it'll be amazing and remarkably impressive when it happens!" Daly became a monkey for several seconds and then continued with the scene.
2. Swarm's in jail, there's some talk of a farewell poem to Katie's big head (the game of the scene, not her real life head), and I say to Sean, "Read it!" and then, in a moment of inspired pimping, I add, "NO, let SAMMY read it!" and point at Dave Blumenfeld, who I desperately wanted to hear improvise a poem. Dave proceeds to improvise one of the most beautiful, hilarious poems about a girl's big head ever. I have been told that I was acting annoyingly smug on stage that night.
3. I'm Sean Conroy's boss, and I'm yelling at him about being incompetant (or something. Who can sort out all the Conroy abuse scenes at this point?). The scene had clearly run its course, and Sean and I are just staring at each other blankly, so after a moment of silence, I add, "NOW GET DOWN AND PRETEND YOU'RE MY HORSE!" which, needless to say, had nothing to do with anything. My Swarm-mates on the back line heightened the pimp by not editing as Sean slowly got down on all fours and I did in fact ride him like a big, bespectacled horsie.
What's wrong with me?
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