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Science (still) rules: Bill Nye makes his streaming debut



I had the worst seventh grade biology teacher in the history of education. Eight out of 10 classes, she'd hobble out with breakfast stains all over her shirt, mumble something science-y, and then wheel out a TV on a squeaky set of rollers to our class' collective sighs. The rest of the hour would be spent watching Bill Nye the Science Guy. OK, in retrospect, maybe she was the best. But also the worst. I don't know.

The point is, like a meteor hurling itself into a planet and killing everything in sight, Bill Nye and his wacky antics have descended upon Netflix – and it's the best Adult Swim show that never aired on Adult Swim. What was once a creative educational program for children is now one of the most hilariously watchable, awkward, cringeworthy experiences in streaming media. It's glorious.

For those of you not yet converted to Nye-hilism, let me break it down for you: Every episode embodies a new scientific topic to cover (the sun, gravity, etc.), then beats it to death for half an hour using hilarious little skits, fast-twitch editing and of course, Nye's trademark "I'm amazed by everything" personality. Seriously, the guy could convince me that toilet paper would cure cancer. He could sell ice to a polar bear, water to a fish ... you get the idea. And just like all educational programming from the '90s, it looks like it was filmed with your dad's shitty camera that he only whips out for family vacations.

The entire series is a hot mess full of scattershot ideas, and not all of the jokes land, but there's no denying that Bill Nye the Science Guy could fit beautifully next to an episode of Tim and Eric or Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Only instead of your classmates, you'd most likely be in a room full of your buddies catching up on your botany research. For those craving nostalgia, you'll fall in love with basic-bitch science all over again. For the rest of you, make a drinking game out of it – something involving Bill's eyebrows, preferably. You'll be toasted within a half hour, and you may just learn a thing or two: The largest planet is what? JUPITER. I'm amazing. Whatever; I still don't know science, but I'm thoroughly entertained. BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL!

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