Pablo’s Pablum # 3

Jet-setter Deborah Stevenson has traveled far and wide, both geographically and artistically. Having lived in Washington, Japan, and both the west and east coasts back stateside, it’s apparent from these photographs that she has seen some of our planet’s rarer delights.


“Take your stinking paws off of me, you damned dirty ape!”

Even after years of Academia and personal involvement in some of the art world’s most elite circles, it’s refreshing to know you still haven’t seen it all. Miss Stevenson uses a rare form of art called collage, which I have to admit, I’ve never heard of. Continue reading

Gif Not Now, Then When? # 3

As the weekend draws to a close, and the shattered pieces of our lives are reassembled just in time for work tomorrow…


W-O-R-K 2-MRW ?!?!?!

We would like to draw your attention to the following Public Service Announcement to encourage you through the Sunday evening doldrums.


P.lese A.nd now.

As Soapface himself is fond of saying, “The weekend lives on in our hearts.” Goodnight and goodluck!

Gifs via: here and here

Food Me Once, Shame On Me… # 2

For food lovers, critics, and connoisseurs alike, the business of eating is also its own pleasure. But what about being eaten?


I-Scream Cake

Sculptor Scott Hove has concocted a rare treat with his confectionary creatures. Working in the kitchen of collective nightmares, baking beasts to appease our most gluttonous fears, Mr. Hove stimulates the appetite while simultaneously vanquishing the desire to put your face anywhere near these delicacies.



As a general rule of thumb, I try to avoid eating anything that may have at one time been possessed by evil spirits. But in this case, I’d be willing to make an exception.


This is not OK…

Images via: here, here, and here.

Freaky Friday! # 1

It’s Freaky Friday y’all…

Let's get weird!

We here at Comedy So Serious! have been called many a name, truth be told, and some of them we like. Take weird, for example. Or, better yet, see some right here. Presenting Major Lazer’s “Keep it Going” directed by the unbearably fantastic Eric Wareheim.

Editor’s Note: In many ways this could be deemed NSFW!!!

May your Fridays be freaky, and your weekends even weirder.

Views and opinions expressed herein do not necessarily reflect those of Comedy So Serious! 

Editorial: Weather is Horrifying

Go ahead… I’ll give you a moment.


Never again.

What you are seeing is a Gif of a normal weather-front moving over a city. Typically, us terrestrial creatures aren’t afforded such a terrifying vantage point, but with the advent of the internet we have now become aware of this profoundly serious issue. I can only hope that the authorities who should be aware of this have been made so.

(Gifs via: here)

Pablo’s Pablum # 2

Rudolf Stingel

Rudolf Stingel’s, “Untitled”

Ladies and Gentlemen, Artists and Arteests, there is a first time for everything, and today I’ve had a first. In preparing this article on Rudolf Stingel’s aptly titled, “Untitled,” I found myself at a loss for words. In my seven, nigh on eight, years as a liberal-arts undergraduate student, and thirteen months in my local community college’s “Master’s” program, I have never seen anything quite like this. My sources tell me Stingel’s work is largely abstract, but I don’t find his work annoying at all… Evocative of a throw-pillow, rather. Or, perhaps an appropriate reference considering our topic of artistic excellence, the sentient ecto-plasm from Ghostbusters 2…


Free Fireman Friday at Moma!

As I mentioned, Stingel’s work had a singular effect on me. I have never seen any artist, living or dead, destroy the preconceived notions of art with such bold timidity. His work reminds this critic of the movie Ghostbusters 2 in that regard, as well. Continue reading

Editorial: The Dreaded Cab Ride from Manhattan to BK


It was late. Almost ten p.m., and cold… low seventies. The first signs of winter’s relentless approach were upon us, and my wife and I needed shelter and immediate transport. There was only one problem… We live in Brooklyn.


“U gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me…”

Well aware of the stigma attached to asking a yellow-cab to leave the shimmering promise of big Manhattan dollars, we decided to face the nightmare head on. What we didn’t realize, however, was just how much we were in for. Continue reading