Weird never has been this interesting before

Weird. Weird. Weird.

In a good way.

Blue Man Group has been in “Bluegene” since Tuesday, and the third and final night of performances is today at the Hult Center.

So, if you’re not an Oregon football fan, maybe that’s where you’ll be. If you’ve never seen the wildly successful performance art troupe that was born in New York City in 1987, it’s where you should be. You can always DVR that Duck game.

Why would you go through life and not cross Blue Man Group off your bucket list?

What else on this planet combines three wide-eyed, bald mimes wearing glistening blue paint, the fine art of mouth-to-mouth precision gum ball tossing, air poles, pipes and tubes, drumming, Viking helmets, Cap’n Crunch, Twinkies, the risk of causing too much ear sauce, modern plumbing, rain slickers and the encouragement to shake your “John Madden” like it was “flounder rounder than a giant quarter-pounder?”

Nothing comes to mind? Didn’t think so.

Blue Man Group is like nothing else. It’s part vaudeville, part rock concert, part Willy Wonka meets Dr. Seuss meets the high-tech 21st century — in a paintball factory.

It’s also a lot of fun and highly entertaining.

Tuesday night’s 100-minute show was not a sellout in the 2,450-seat Silva Concert Hall, but it was close, with 2,208 tickets sold. And this touring Blue Man Group (there are several) was greeted by a raucous, screaming crowd that could not seem to get enough.

The music, played by four Blue Man types elevated above the stage, is often a tad too loud and jarring, but it also provided comical sound effects that accompany the antics of the nonverbal blue dudes on stage.

One of the most enjoyable scenes is when one Blue Man tosses what appear to be some sort of edible paint balls out of a gum ball machine, across the stage into the mouth of another, accompanied by a rapid-fire thonk-thonk-thonk sound.

How many paint balls/gum balls/whatever those things are, can that guy take? A lot. And the other guy never misses. The receiving Blue Man’s mouth stretches to the point where it looks as if it’s about to burst.

And what does he do with that wad? Pushes it back out of his mouth like some sort of alien, creating a work of art that he attaches with a $5,000 price tag before depositing it into the purse of a front-row audience member.

As one man exiting the Hult Center said: “Very interesting.”

“Definitely,” his female companion concurred.