Tried to embed this but it was just showing up as text.
It may be the dash in the ID, I'll check and fix if possible...
update: Maybe you pasted the code wrong, you only paste the characters after the equals sign for YouTube videos. Whatever the case, fixed and this is a great video!
When I copied and pasted the embedding code for the video then posted the object (video) didn't show up, just the code so I just put the url instead. Thanks for sorting it.
I liked this one.
BTW, are you on strike BA?
No new vlog for over a week. WTF?
Now I see BA! You are not on strike, you extreme vlogger, I am but a retarded You Tube watcher.
Lol, nah, not on strike. Thought you must have missed some
Had to add this one - his latest, classic!
Oh no. These last ones are all private videos now!?
Yeah, he's moved alot of his stuff to different sites and things, he did have about 100 videos up. He said he's put quite a few on revver.com.
Hello sean!
Hey Sean, welcome to this wonderful forum. Watch out for that "BadAlbert" character. He is a real shady bloke. Thanks for putting the N-word video back up.
I have to say, if it weren't for the people in the forum here I would have totally missed out. I really, really enjoy these videos and so far, they're all absolutely hilarious!
You have 100's of them!? I for one cannot get enough, so the more online the better I say!
Thanks, good to know I will be laughing a lot this weekend!
You are one funny Mutha Mr Bedlam, I suspect the stand up circuit awaits you. It's refreshing to see new blood/acidic wit, but without losing any of the pathos that comedy enables.
I understand that YouTwat will be starting up a new TV channel, maybe you and BadAlbert should put yourslves forward as YouTwat originals?
This is one of my favourites. 17 schools! I thought 8 was bad enough, but it does lend itself to honing ones skills as a joker, it's the fastest ice breaker.
Mr Bedlam, on second thoughts, I don't think stand up is the best option. You face is made for close up as it lends weight and translation to whats beng said. Not that I know shit about these things, but I'm very good on hunches.
Because it's true. It's funny...
oops, sorry. back on track here...
You are funny. I like laughing with you. intellectual and hilarious! now get back to doing what you love so I can laugh some more...please. Thank you
While driving this morning (01.05.07) and listening to the radio, I'm sure I heard a Sean Bedlam soundbite.This is the link for the radio showhttp://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/djs/, click on Chris Moyles (I can't stand the twat, but the girls are always hijacking my music choices) show for tues(today) and fast forward to 1.42 , is it just me ? I could swear it's him.http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/djs/
Yep, that's the seanster alright.
I've conversed with the holy sean himself re this matter (miss GG was given full credit, rest assured), but he says it's not him at all.
I was sure it was him too.
So, ah, can any goat people help me with the small problemo of embedding vids in the thread? I've got all this video goodness to share, but the lovely instructions I've got so far aren't helping. Help me to share my love and I will
touch you deep inside. In the creepiest way I know.
1 - tags: [youtube ]blahblahblah[ /youtube] (minus all spaces, like this just for illustration purposes)
2 video code: ie - stKPCSbEu0g - from the full vid url eg: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stKPCSbEu0g.
3 paste that bit of code between the tags where blahblah appears (replacing blahblah with required code), like so:
GG please post the image you created for the waitress when she needed youtube posting instructions. I tried to find it. I want to quote it every time someone asks. Much better than "I can't show you without putting spaces in it", which causes confusion in almost every instance. You should post that image in the Technical Support section. Cheers.
Ok Honey,
I can't find the other picture, blame it on the Trojan, or the boogie.
"If I was God?" A juicy question from a clever chap at Youtube. Fits my Messiah Complex very fucking nicely. Though, being God beats the shit out of
being a disposable human spirit-condom!
Edit : you've put in the tags correctly, so the problem is with the youtube video code. I went on your site to locate the vid, but I couldn't see it. POst the entire link and I will put it up fo you.
Ok, GG figured it out all by herself. It needed a dash- before the code.
Okay, why the bastarding fuck didn't that work? Poo. Poop. Shit. I'm all out of tears.
It would seem that the video code is the problem.
I want to post this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1jSxzuTYBc&mode=...fuck
Pretend these {} are these [].
{youtube}g1jSxzuTYBc{/youtube}
You may have forgotten the slash in the closing code or misspelled 'youtube' to get the error that causes a blank space where the vid should appear.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CFfY9wPkLY&search...cunt
{youtube}-CFfY9wPkLY{/youtube}
Thanks dudeularities, I think that make sense. Now, on with the stinky, naughty show...
Well this one has gotta be the intro on the DVD..
LMFAO
I liked what this guy did with Newhart at the end.
You could watch as many hours of american sitcom as you can stand and then redo "We're Not Pregnant".
This is not a good idea for you personally, but the resultant rant would be gold.
We're talking nanoseconds, not hours. Check this: a tv producer acquaintance of mine suggested I watch every single piece of neutered Australian TV comedy, so I could then write for these fucking things. She also suggested writing for advertising. That's the problem with people who do a lot of coke and speed: they're always into being "practical" and "realistic". Powders really do destroy the imagination.
You've obviously never done pixie dust. The trick is knowing how to cook it.
As I was working up to sermonize on abortion I came across this which deflated my sails, stole my thunder and left me singing the last line in public:
I've got a blog! Yay for me! Is this the future?
Fucken, I've been a bit conscious of bombarding Youtube with my rants, so only every other vid will go there,
but all of them will arrive at the blog. I don't see any point in getting views from people who haven't got the faintest fucking idea what I'm talking about. Um, when I make a vid that I can watch without being shocked by own capacity for boredom, I will post it here. Self-promotion hurts my soul.
theseanbedlam(dot)blogspot(dot)com
Shamelessnessnessless:
So I haven't posted videos here because I felt the quality wasn't happening in my work which I hold dearly to my heart and take very seriously. But yesterday, making a vid for my alternate Youtube channel (theotherbedlam), I pooped out some thoughts on the Olympic Torch. I am almost proud of these thoughts.
I have to admit, I have not kept up these last few months.
I am caught up now, which may obviously bring up the subject of the "copyright violation" video.
Where is it?
This hole in the stream is disturbing to say the least...
Oh goody, prohibition! At last we can free ourselves from making decisions like grown-ups! At last we can put an end to pointlessly freaking-out about drunken
youths and cut to the chase. Yep, it's another beautiful day for Drug Martial Law.
You have been free for to long, my friend, but there's nothing wrong with you a severe crackdown won't fix. Once The Man has finished clamping down on your act, you'll be happily- well, not happily, exactly- wearing a suit and tie, sucking up to your boss, and living the exact same dream as all the other marvellously concerned citizens.
Isn't it peachy to live in the Free World, where you're free to say whatever you want, as long as it isn't "I'd like to be more free, thanks!" As long as you accept the freedom that's been given to you, you can have the time of your life- within reason, naturally.
Thank The Lord, we've worked out that not even teenagers should be allowed to prance about experiencing too much freedom. Right now college students are facing the full force of the law, which will no doubt be a sobering experience- tee-hee!
Ah, it takes me back to Nazi Germany, they really knew how to do things. When did marching in lockstep become a bad thing? I'll never understand people these days, with their malcontent and refusal to fit in. When will they learn that there must be
order? My old daddy used to beat the living shit out me and I turned out alright! Sure I have to take massive amounts of poorly tested antidepressants to mask my extensive
self-loathing, but you won't hear me complain. Complaints are for the poor and the
liberal.
Now, where's my noose, I'm off to hang myself in the garage, I've just realized
what I've become. God Bless!
You're him aren't you?
Because less than a tablespoonful of it in your lungs can kill you?
*shakes head* you see, he doesn't GET IT. He must be the enemy. Let me decapitate and disembowel him for you oh sean! Let me be the first to spill blood in the name of the holy cause! Oh shit... I see.... I'm the one who doesn't get it... *weeps*
This is obviously a very old video but it's new-to-me and, not to mention, unbelievable.
I wondered, being that Sean frequently comments on American politics, and being this video was "viral enough" to reach my mailbox (more than a year after it was recorded) if I missed Sean's vLog that mentions it in any way?
That's John Clarke and Brian Dawe, who do a five minute bit every Thursday on The 7:30 Report, which is a current affairs news show where politicians are interrogated brutally. I think they love it.
John Clarke is an absolute hero of Australian comedy, while simultaneously being a New Zealander.
Meanwhile, here's a video from another towering giant of comic genius: me...
You are the funniest man alive. All the girls are in love with you. Allow me to sing of thee...
What?
A stroke of genius, sir. Angels no doubt wept at such beauty. The millenia shall remember you as the definative source of inspiration for the whole of mankind.
The Greatest Youtuber Who Has Ever Lived. Me.
Heavens to Betsy, these hands have typed on the same message board as Sean Burke, AKA Sean Bedlam; I will never wash them again. Well, maybe the right one... Otherwise I might have a hard time making a good impression at any possible future job interviews.
Dubya: Ultimate Scapegoat
Been posting videos over at that hotbed of conformity- Youtube- for years now. When I started there I stupidly thought a legion of ranters, inspired by Bill Hicks, would storm the world wide web with gripping tales of revolution, inner and outer. Fuck me, did that so not happen at all. Instead, the greatest circle jerk in living memory broke out as attention whores, subscription whores, anything but actual whores, really, embraced the opportunity to obsess over their own popularity.
Angry conformists with assploded egos strode the tiny halls of micro-celebrity, seizing any chance to sell-out. This angered many, but Many couldn't or wouldn't make videos of their own, so the embittered Behaviour Police were left to dominate the situation in a self-righteous gang-bang of sociopathic finger-pointing. Whining, treacherous thugs, internet tough guys, bullshit-uploading softcocks who in real life are social spastics of the most parasitically useless order, smashed their babyhead manchild foreheads into the computer screen, suitably subsconsciously outraged at their own unearned success.
My girlfriend gave me the concept of the "angry conformist" just last night. I nearly died of joy. At last, the perfect description and explanation for everything that is motherfucking creepy about Youtube. It had never occurred to me there were so many people desperate for attention- any attention- and so many folks happy to watch and watch and watch as their favorite non-entities reflected back at them their own utter lack of any human desire. I couldn't understand how anyone could be that bored, boring and so able to inspire in me a sense of futility that would chew my soul to death if I didn't moisturize and drink plenty of water.
The angry conformist. The guy who says shit like, "I don't know where I my crazy ideas", while in the grip of not having any. And there are endless seas of these little fish, all desperate to fit in, a boiling mass of fucktards who will freak the fuck out when their bullshit economy collapses. Soon, soon, yes! The house of cards these hugely entertained cabbages hide behind will blow away. Hmmm...I think I might be low on Vitamin B.
The Coming Financial Darkness fills me with joy, as I imagine streets lined with homeless yuppies, living in the cardboard boxes that originally contained their 52 inch plasma screen televisions. Woe to the unprepared! But not me buddy, I'm planting seeds- not metaphorical ones- actual vegetable and herb seedlings are sprouting in my yard, ready to give birth to my new future as a trader of foodstuffs and streetwise, resourceful, wheeler and dealer in a post-free-market-bullshit world.
Oh, they'll say, "But it's the people at the bottom who'll suffer most!" Which strikes me as an admission of nothing so much as the fireking obvious. The difference is that this time it won't just be the scrapheap club who'll have to make tearjerking adjustments, the sadness will be quaffed also by the motherfuckers who've been keeping up with the Joneses and making life a miserable competition.
Now I'm going to touch myself with a homegrown radish.
I was having dinner with a producer the other night, and his assistant kept saying the same thing, and I noticed and mentioned that he kept reverting to the same line and he was like it's from a comedian on youtube and he said your name..and then I was like oh....who?
But he totally said your name and it didn't click until the next day when I read your post.
The news that Sarah Palin's also brain-dead sprog Bristol has birthed a soon-to-be asshole called Tripp caused me to ejaculate a far smarter family of observations. So far, one nuffer has found it ironic I have a "girl's name", proving Palintards are epic in their ability to lose while simply breathing out; and some dude who sounds like an evil Alaskan wizard suggested Alaskans "live by their wits", telling me this using his internet connection from his warm house.
I hope no news means good news Mr Bedlam.
Welcome back Sean! We would roll out the red carpet but all we have lying around is a bit of sheepskin rug circa 1985.
As recommended by His Eminence, The Great Bedlam, I have arrived here eager to interact with other peeps. And excited to shed my pockmarked youtube skin.
I am overjoyed to find links here to past Bedlam vids from 'back in the day'. Sadly though, they are no longer available to the public...for reasons I can only chalk up to being an overabundance of humility on Sean's part. I humbly request a re-genesis if you will Good Bedlam. Make them public again Sir...that we may bask once again in the recorded evolution of your insanity.--I mean...'fantasticness'.
After Seany talkin about this place, I figured I'd give it a shot. If it's run by the guy who ran with the mighty Hicks, it's gotta be worth a gander at least.
Yeah, folks, I felt it was time for some kind of a change. These surroundings are nicer, the purple is soothing- yet somehow ennobling- and the absence of talentless whores eager to gobble down ad revenue is a blessing. Maybe we can get something happening around here that doesn't feel like we're couch surfing at our yuppie cousin's house.
I have added the ability to embed MySpace videos but it looks like you do not have as many videos on MySpace now. Nevertheless, the method is the same as YouTube videos other than the tag is MYSPACE instead of YOUTUBE and place the video ID between the tags.
After watching Zombie Xmas Fairytale, I've had a thought.
Richard Dawkings: Brilliant biologist, annoying atheist.
So a few years ago I had a lot of time for all sorts of ridiculous books filled with healing jargon about being a special soul on a unique journey. Come to think of it, I believe in most of that shit, it's the lingo and the collect-the-set mentality that blows.
I believe all sorts of weirdness, and I hate it when that gets watered down and turned into a bumper sticker.
Come to think of it, my Nana's fridge was covered in stickers and magnets- all supposedly inspirational, all actually horrifying. I'm glad she's dead. In hell.
Seany, I seem to have already gotten on a couple of the members' bad sides. Am I doing it right?
Welcome to the forum, 10 points to you!
I'll take that as a resounding yes. Thankee sai.
I'm quite the popular guy lately. And thus begins my fall from the top.
And how does one go about dampening your gusset? Obviously, if Seany can dampen it, a certain, shall we say, "fuck off" attitude does it.
What I've got to sell is my sweet, sweet love. Starting next week I'll be renting out my bunghole under a bridge to lonely passersby and the angry homeless- who will pay in stale crumbs and long stories about the entertainment industry and how they used to manage a hair band in the 80's.
Remember to make your pooper all nice and pretty for them.
When Sean's customers enter his rectum, they experience a truth known to few.
Sexy.
Why must we travel all the way to Sean's myspace to hear the latest from BA? Just seems odd. Request permission to engage.
Double whammy right there. The prophet Hicks and Bedlam.
Next they'll try to invade our rectums...oh wait...
So, because I performed in a mate's show this year, I got a Yellow Pass to the Melbourne International Comedy Festival- entry to any show- free. Our show finished two weeks into the festival, and that night we went to the Tuxedo Cat to bear witness to the truth at The Phatcave, MC'ed by Mickey D.
First, Nick Sun. Nick divides audiences into two groups: me and my friends; and people who walk the path of Correctitude. (But at the Phat Cave, he was among friends- this being the motherfucking underground, where- as Steve Hughes later pointed out- people read books.)
Nick Sun, Dr. Brown, Steve Hughes (and Reginald D. Hunter at The Forum) gave me what I want from comedy: intellect that isn't interested in jerking you off. Which in Dr. Brown's case is extra-special because he barely says a word in an hour long show.
We saw a lot of comedy, met many wonderful people, and walked away from that festival rather pleased with ourselves. My lady was overjoyed to get up during Simon Brodie's show 'Fitzroyalty' and tell a story about cleaning the toilets at the Punters Club. It was the last night of the festival and as she mimed the act of taking a dump into her hand I thought, "That's my girl". These are my people.
Truly wish I would've enjoyed that as well. Are there are vids of these guys around on youtube?
Gotcha. I'm curious about Dr. Brown. That sounds like it was a really interesting show.
"... just as a cannibal eats his enemy's heart to gain his strength, we eat a hamburger to gain the courage and wisdom of the mighty cow..."
- Rev. Ivan Stang
Documentaries on the food industry are certainly enough to make you want to kill your own meat.
I've been recently enjoying some Melbourne music:
http://www.myspace.com/thisisntseriousmum
TISM - It's new to me.
In what manner do you gig, erin?
I wasn't paying attention.