Eugene Mirman (Flight Of The Conchords, the book The Will To Whatevs) has always been at the forefront of the so-called “indie comedy” movement—an unabashedly geeky gang unencumbered by “I’m just like you!” jokes. Mirman’s stories are frequently fueled by a desire to call the world out on its shenanigans, and just as often coated with a thick layer of absurdism. His third stand-up album, God Is A Twelve-Year-Old Boy With Asperger’s, continues the tradition, finding him poking fun at silly online ads, vaguely racist Russian online polls, and ridiculous survey questions at (a choice for relationship status: “I plead the fifth!”). Though largely outward-focused and computer-related, the material occasionally dips into personal territory, like when Mirman shares the story of landing in special-ed class as a kid. The album’s self-referential humor doesn’t always work, though. The last two tracks are devoted to a retelling of Mirman’s run-in with a bleeped-out airline: Part one is a dramatic reenactment of his calls to customer service, and part two is an angry letter Mirman wrote to the airline, a shtick not only employed to better effect earlier in the album, but one that, in the absence of new information for the joke, drags a bit. But for the most part, Mirman plays to his strengths, and his keen eye for nuanced ridiculousness continues to find hilarious targets.