Demetri is Dy-no-mite

I developed an aversion to stand-up comedy in the late 1980s when seemingly every TV channel was running stand-up schtick 24/7. Think Rosie O'Donnell, the flashlight years. Now if I even catch a glimpse of a brick wall with a microphone in front of it, I develop a facial tic.

Then there came Demetri Martin. I accidentally sat through his 30-minute segment on Comedy Central and even laughed a couple of times. And then I remembered he did a funny bit on The Daily Show, too. The kid's got chops. Sure, he borrows some of his observational stylings from monotone genius Steven Wright, but Demetri brings something new to the table of hilarity.

This is the type of thing Demetri might throw at ya:

"'Sort of' is such a harmless thing to say. It's just a filler...sort of. It doesn't really mean anything, but after certain things, 'sort of' means everything. Like after: 'I love you.' Or, 'You're going to live.'"

So now he has a web site where you can hear some of his ramblings and watch the first in a series of webisodes (Look for: "A Rare Condition").

I predict big things for this boy. Andy Samburg big. Zach Braff big. Napolean Dynamite big. Tell me I'm wrong after you hang out for awhile here.