Miller can be clever and thoughtful, but his forced deadpan delivery and lengthy setups tend to minimize his laughs-per-minute quotient.
His classic bit about the stages of drunkenness, and the story about his ski trip, are so damn funny that I never tire of watching them. But look at the clips this blog posts of his work. Half of them aren’t even his clips, but some band with the same name. Pathetic, and very telling. Well, Larry (the comic) I love you anyway.