This is a long special. Be warned. I hate how unreceptive the audience, too. But I think it's a fascinating look into the world of Demetri Martin, circa 2004.
Also, the pants. Do not be frightened. All will be explained, around Part 3, I think.
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
A teaser...
Soon I'm gonna post Demetri Martin's 6-part "If I" performance, which was inspiring and funny to say the least- it certainly made me feel less, er, special. Special in the weird way. Anyway, here's a little preview- it's Demetri's 224-word palindrome, entitled "Dammit I'm Mad". If you don't know what palindrome is, think perfect symmetry, in a non-Tom-Tim-Rich way. Or try to spot it:
Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.
The best part, in my opinion, is something I'm very proud of myself for figuring out. You know what the point of symmetry is, the exact center of the palindrome? "I".
Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.
The best part, in my opinion, is something I'm very proud of myself for figuring out. You know what the point of symmetry is, the exact center of the palindrome? "I".
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Yes, It Certainly Is.
I love the Internet. No, seriously. Also, I love Jon Stewart, and I love French Stewart (which is actually his name, even though I thought it was a joke at first). Also, this is practically ancient- it's from 1999. Pre-historic stuff. And without further ado, I present to you: THE TWO STEWARTS.
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