Vlog Entry 7 - Why I Hate HP

Well at long months last I've gotten back to doing another Vlog on my NEWWWww Dell Laptop! Horrraaay!

Check it out ya'll, I have a special little advert at the end for HP, surely they'll love me for it...

 

Battle For The Video Blog

Well here is Vlog Entry # 6!

This one is probably the craziest "out there" Vlog I've made yet.

It's also the one I've put the most time and effort into (considering my shitty resources!).

I had one word in mind when I was making it, EPIC. Enjoy!

Vlog Entry # 5 - Event Boundary

You know those moments when you forget what you're doing? Well I happened across a little article that sorta explained these moments, it's known as an EVENT BOUNDARY. So I decided to give my own little take on it, enjoy peeps!

 

Vlog Enrty # 4 - Procrastination

Hello again everyone, next update is vlog number 4, all about procrastinating! Probably me most structured one yet, so I hope ye enjoy it as much as I did making and editing it!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Hello all, I have come here to wish you all a very happy Valentine's Day!

Since it is such a wondrous occasion, I have decided to dedicate a Vlog just to it!

Here is the fruit of my labours, ENJOY!

Vlog Entry #1 - My name is Seán!

Hey guuuuuys & gaaaaallllss, trying out video blogging so check out my first video, I'm looking for feedback on whether ye think it's worth the time or not! Enjoy it if ye can and thanks :)

Paddy's Hilarious Joke

Now before I start explaining this "joke" my housemate Paddy played on me two nights ago I unfortunately have to explain the context of the situation that it was in.

To put it bluntly, Paddy and  I went out on Friday night, got trollied drunk and came home to our apartment turned upside down because it was robbed while we were gone.

I won't delve into the details of that part of the story but under the circumstances of the night we were all positively stressed and gob smacked that this had happened since alot of our valuables amongst a present or two were all gone.

Anyways, I'm not telling this story for a pity vote because, without trying to make myself sound noble or whatever (and I most certainly am not), pity isn't something I'm looking for.

Now, to return to the story. We were hammered, upset, the guards called round and all that and we sorted what we could for that moment in time. It must've been about 5 or 6 AM before we finally settled down a bit and just tried to enjoy ourselves again with the drink we had left in the house.

My friend Paddy has a few crazy drunk stories behind him (but all good crazy, as in funny), but whatever crazy notion brought him to this idea of a joke is beyond me but I have to hand it to him, he pulled it off very convincingly.

As we sat there just talking in general about what had happened I decided I needed a much needed toilet break. So off I went to climb the stairs with barely an ounce of energy left in me from the night. I did my business and returned to the TV room downstairs.

I walked in and I turned to Paddy to ask him something and realised something was slightly amiss about his stature. He sat with a blank stare, not breathing, eyes wide open. He seemed devoid of all life.

 

"Paddy, something is amiss about you!"

I naturally straight away started laughing and saying "Paddy, stop now!" and shook him once or twice. No response. I still didn't believe him so I kept laughing passively and shook Paddy again saying "Paddy Come on". He still didn't move, he was just... nothing.

At this point I began to think Paddy wasn't capable holding a joke this long (yes Paddy, I think that little of your humor!) so I began to worry a bit. I stood there repeatedly going "Paddy, Paddy, Paddy" with increasing stress rising behind my tone. He just wouldn't respond, so I slapped him across the face. Now, I thought if Paddy was joking, there was no way he would hold himself after that. It wasn't a wallop by any means, but it certainly wasn't a light slap either. Still no response.

 

"Paddy, Wake up!"

I now began falling into the stages of freaking out. First our house got robbed and now my housemate seemingly died from a heart attack. I actually began to panic. Paddy luckily finally took pity on my tortured mind and began laughing. BEGAN LAUGHING. I was on my knee's in shock and he decided it was a good time to end his farce.

All I did was burst out laughing too partly from relief that he was actually ALIVE, and partly because he put the situation into the context of "it could be worse".

Regardless of how cruel or crazy the joke/prank was, or how the notion of how it even popped into Paddy's head, we have laughed several times at it afterwards and I'm still laughing at it right now, even though my first initial thought was to kill him.

Anyways, in the end, at least we're all alive, everything else is just material and the event didn't ruin Christmas by any means.

Happy Christmas everyone!

Woe, Is Rhonda

Well it looks like this will be the last of my Rhonda videos for a while, I think the balance I was trying to keep between weird and funny his finally just tipped right into weird and silly. But for what it is (which isn't much with any of these videos to be honest :P ) I hope we can enjoy Rhonda's mini send off for the next few months or year!

My Friend Rhonda

    As long as I've had this blog for I've always struggled after the initial first 15 posts to come up with something worth talking about. Mind you, it's not like everything else I've posted was worthwhile.... But I can't believe I've gone on as long as I have without talking about my friend Rhonda, whom I met 3 years ago and boy oh boy, have we hit off since.

     But first, let's do a little backtracking on Rhonda's life. Born in a factory and full time worker in a Wedding Dress shop until 3 years ago, Rhonda had a tumultuous life of ravaging beauty and past work factory hardships. But alas after a wonderful yet gruelling 12 years, Rhonda got her big break when she first met the O'Beirn's. Realising she needed to be loved and cared for (and dressing her in absoFAB outfits!) we took her under our featherless wings and taught her how to have a really good time. Yes, Rhonda learned how to enjoy life to the fullest.

Say Hello to Rhonda

   As evident from the picture above, Rhonda is a striking beauty who is capable of wearing many different styles as well as mixing them, like a wedding dress, a winter cap and a neck brace. She's some woman for one woman.

    We had trouble with Rhonda when we first brought her into our home. She was incredibly shy and used to always hide in the bathroom under the stairs. Even worse, she could never decide what to wear so most of the time she just moved around the house in the nip, always alarming guests... and foes. But as the summer progressed, Rhonda WARMED UP to the idea of wearing a wonderful flourel/Hawaiian themed outfit making the bathroom visits much more pleasant and cheerful for all involved. Rhonda became a instant hit with everyone who came into contact with her and while she never talked she would always listen to your problems and crisis's, her half smile and distant-yet-thought-provoking look always letting you know that hope was around the corner. She truly became an inspiration and beacon for all.

    As the Summer came to an end, Rhonda and I had formed an unprecedented bond unexpected to either of us. But fate would try and split us apart as I had to return to college and she stay in Castlebar to mind my family. Or so I thought.... not too long after moving into my new house in The Village, I awoke to find Rhonda had returned to me, she must've hitch hiked all the way to Galway just to find me. It was good to have her back.

It was good to have her back.

    Rhonda hung and partied with us till the moon sank low and the sun rose high. She touched as many people in Galway as she did at home (even after the tragic loses of her hands). She starred in films and wore many new cool and unique outfits to match how she felt about the seasons while also stealing a few of my own clothes. Yes Rhonda came back with a vengeance, a vengeance we were all pleased to be part of.

    As parties and time passed it was not long until my third and final year in college was beginning and Rhonda    and I moved on into a new house in Moneenageisha Court. Little did either of us know, tragedy was just around the corner...

   The final year of college became difficult as work piled on and juggling it with a part time job gave me less time to spend with Rhonda and friends. This took a toll on our relationship as Rhonda began to party more and become less and less caring about the damage she was causing around us. I began to argue with her and she responded by giving me the silent treatment, clearly thinking she was in the right and I the wrong. But the true tragedy stuck one fateful night. For once, everyone was enjoying themselves at a get together, drinks were had, dances were attempted and photos were captured all retelling a wonderful tapestry of the night. The next day became a stark contrast to the pleasant evening. In the cold grey hours of morning I arose to stumble for a glass of water for my parched body. I went downstairs to the kitchen pouring the glass but instantly feeling something wasn't right, something was missing, something big and irreplaceable.

Rhonda was gone.

   In a panic I woke my housemates asking had they seen where she had left to. They all became as distraught as I did as we interviewed and questioned everyone at the party from the night before. Time passed and the that "hope around the corner" attitude Rhonda always conveyed began to fade. All I wanted now was a Rhonda around the corner. Months passed and no sign or word appeared. Until one day in college on the notice board a foreboding sign appeared. Rhonda was being held at an undisclosed location and RANSOM was written under a picture of a black figureen holding a knife to her neck. Tape was over her poor little mouth so she couldn't scream for help. Everyone became up in arms as a new search began. Noone trusted anybody, it was clear that while Rhonda formed bonds over time she could also break them, unintentionally of course.

    Everything became intense. But things nearly imploded when a new ransom appeared at Christmas time; a boot to Rhonda's head with the title underneath stating "will she be home for christmas?". It was truely harrowing and upsetting for all who saw. I became feverish, saying to everyone that if ANY sign appeared of her whereabouts, just let me know. I was truly distraught, even going as far as trying to match Rhonda's fashion endeavours:

I could never pull this off, but Rhonda could

   But my prayers became answered! After a mysterious evening time ring of the doorbell I raced to the door, answering it to no one. I looked left and right, no sign of what caused the doorbell to ring. Then, I looked down. Rhonda lay on the doorstep, wearing a bin bag and a sign around her neck saying "Benn Drinkin'". "RHONDA!!" I screamed happily as my housemates came racing to see the heap of joy on the doorstep! "YOU'RE BACK!!". We brought her inside and let her stand in the warmth of our love as we wondered what she had been through. But Rhonda already had that explanation covered, on her back was a letter informing us of the events that had unfolded after her alleged kidnapping. For the first time ever it has been put up for all to see:

She proceeded to tell me the truth of her failings and apologised for the last time again. We forgave her, it was an emotional moment. As for the time between then and now, Rhonda has been doing what she always does best, listening to peoples problems in dark corners of random rooms in houses.... and partying out really hard!

Since then, Rhonda has also gone on to star in two important film roles, I give you them now:

And...

P.S. For those of you who don't believe, this IS all actually a true story, possibly a bit dramatised! :P

Like, TOAST!

     Well my friends, here is another result of the hardworking efforts of my filmmaking degree! Special thanks to Niall Patrick Walsh for acting and Colin Watts for being on camera letting me use his FAB apartment! Enjoy our swirling delusion world of idiocricy!

Youtube and Babybullet makes a potent mix for Comedy

    During one of my usual trips across all walks of the internet I happened upon one of the more bizarre videos I've seen in the recent past. This one is both weird, creepy and hilarious all at once. I reckon the infomercial was hilarious anyways if only for the alcoholic grandmother and the, like, totally retarded girl who likes the cups with "OMG faces!" on them, but slow it down and slap on some creepy music and you've reached levels close to comedy gold immediately. Well done to Wolfgore show for this one, it had me LOLing several times!