Hello blog. And followers. And yes.
As you can see from your calenders, if you doth own one. Gosh, who doesn't, freak.
It's the last of the month, and I haven't done a new video. Yes I'm ashamed of myself, yada yada.
But this means I'll be doing a couple of decent videos next month, in fact I'm writing a script for one currently, just for an excuse to have my best (boy) mate in it.
So that'll probably be this or next week.
As for me, I'm buried in college work and can't actually move, I'm having my dog type this post out for me.
She would now like to have some input: WOOF! BEN SMELLS OF FEET!
Yes, thank you Grace.
So yeah, I'm gonna go now and finish this script.
Have a great rest of week guys! :)
Bye!!
P.S I had to add this in really quickly, but this is the 123rd post! LOL!
xxxxxxxxxxx
Wednesday 29 February 2012
Monday 27 February 2012
Life In Chad Park - Extras
All the extra rubbish me and Woodside filmed on the day we did Life In Chad Park.
Enjoy!
And here's the actual video...it's amazing...
Enjoy!
And here's the actual video...it's amazing...
Sunday 26 February 2012
Here's one for you... *Insert Jon Tickle voice*
I've realized something quite recently.
I think most of my social life has just been made up of utter crap conversation...
You're probably now thinking, well that's just you Ben, you're an anti-social person.
But no.
We all basically spend more of our lives talking crap nothingness to keep up conversation, than actually talking about decent things...
I texted this to a friend saturday evening, moments after having this epiphany, to which they just replied, "Oh well."
It's boggled my mind for a while now. Why do we do this? Do we just not have the brain power to continually think of interesting things to talk about?
I reckon we do this to avoid the dreaded...awkward silence...
Since realizing this, I've cut out these moments of blabbering rubbish in certain conversation, and just stayed silent to see what happens.
Absolutely nothing happens.
It was just me, and this person, sitting in awkward silence (Even though I had so many ways to keep the conversation going, through the means of talking crap).
I didn't want to eventually lead to saying this, but are all of our conversations with friends just "talky things that are made bearable by just talking said crap"?
Quite possibly.
Which leads me to this. What the hell are friends?! Just people we have things in common with at first, then are just there to have crap conversations with?
I think I've lost where I was now.
Anyway, I know that was very depressing, but now I've think I've taken out all mine.
Farewell!
I think most of my social life has just been made up of utter crap conversation...
You're probably now thinking, well that's just you Ben, you're an anti-social person.
But no.
We all basically spend more of our lives talking crap nothingness to keep up conversation, than actually talking about decent things...
I texted this to a friend saturday evening, moments after having this epiphany, to which they just replied, "Oh well."
It's boggled my mind for a while now. Why do we do this? Do we just not have the brain power to continually think of interesting things to talk about?
I reckon we do this to avoid the dreaded...awkward silence...
Since realizing this, I've cut out these moments of blabbering rubbish in certain conversation, and just stayed silent to see what happens.
Absolutely nothing happens.
It was just me, and this person, sitting in awkward silence (Even though I had so many ways to keep the conversation going, through the means of talking crap).
I didn't want to eventually lead to saying this, but are all of our conversations with friends just "talky things that are made bearable by just talking said crap"?
Quite possibly.
Which leads me to this. What the hell are friends?! Just people we have things in common with at first, then are just there to have crap conversations with?
I think I've lost where I was now.
Anyway, I know that was very depressing, but now I've think I've taken out all mine.
Farewell!
Slashfest - My most recent shave
Ok, so I made it sound a bit (lot) worse on my Facebook status, but it hurt like hell, here is my slit face from friday night... 
As you may or may not have noticed
I had a music player added to this blog, that previously played The Universal by Blur.
Now, as much as I love that track, I found it was slightly too distracting as it contained words, being said... Which my blog also contains, words, not necessarily being said, unless you always imagine my voice reading them out (Which I hope you do).
I have now changed it to an eerie sounding track from the PC game Blood 2 - The Chosen, which contains no words (The song, not the game, gosh!). I now intend this blog to come across as "slightly-more-interesting", the first time someone should visit it.
Yes.
Thank you.
<3
Now, as much as I love that track, I found it was slightly too distracting as it contained words, being said... Which my blog also contains, words, not necessarily being said, unless you always imagine my voice reading them out (Which I hope you do).
I have now changed it to an eerie sounding track from the PC game Blood 2 - The Chosen, which contains no words (The song, not the game, gosh!). I now intend this blog to come across as "slightly-more-interesting", the first time someone should visit it.
Yes.
Thank you.
<3
Sunday 19 February 2012
How to be good at life
I'm here to help you sad people with your sad lives that you are currently living.
Follow these rules and you shall prevail.
-Do not use bus station toilets
-Do not shoot anyone
-Give money to buskers (People playing on the street), unless they're totally crap, then don't, or they'll continue on.
-Never wear a t-shirt that you think might be a bit small but you'll put it on anyway because you can't find any others. For goodness sake just find one, or wear a coat.
-Wear converse shoes, they're good.
-Do not come within 5 feet of me or I'll lash out and probably slap you.
-Try to waste your life indoors until at least 16. Less chance of accidentally getting someone pregnant in the park.
-Do not tell your mother you fancy Sandra Bullock, and Uma Thurman, and Nicole Kidman, or she'll keep assuming you're into older women. They don't look that old. Gosh.
-Do not put Vaseline above the lips. It looks like you're constantly sweating (Not attractive).
-Do not buy pre-owned DVDs from CEX by yourself. It is one of the most depressing things ever.
-Do not use your monday off to buy cheap crap food from ALDI then forget to get a bag then have to walk home holding it all whilst people give you pitying looks.
That is all for now.
Bye.
Follow these rules and you shall prevail.
-Do not use bus station toilets
-Do not shoot anyone
-Give money to buskers (People playing on the street), unless they're totally crap, then don't, or they'll continue on.
-Never wear a t-shirt that you think might be a bit small but you'll put it on anyway because you can't find any others. For goodness sake just find one, or wear a coat.
-Wear converse shoes, they're good.
-Do not come within 5 feet of me or I'll lash out and probably slap you.
-Try to waste your life indoors until at least 16. Less chance of accidentally getting someone pregnant in the park.
-Do not tell your mother you fancy Sandra Bullock, and Uma Thurman, and Nicole Kidman, or she'll keep assuming you're into older women. They don't look that old. Gosh.
-Do not put Vaseline above the lips. It looks like you're constantly sweating (Not attractive).
-Do not buy pre-owned DVDs from CEX by yourself. It is one of the most depressing things ever.
-Do not use your monday off to buy cheap crap food from ALDI then forget to get a bag then have to walk home holding it all whilst people give you pitying looks.
That is all for now.
Bye.
Saturday 18 February 2012
The Adventures of Sprengerman! by Ben Potts (and added bits by Peace Gill)
This is a story I wrote back in '10 after sitting through a preach by one Mike Sprenger (A.K.A - The most hilarious man alive) My friend Peace wrote like two lines to balance out some of the violent content (The pencil bit).
Anyways, enjoy!
There once was a grey haired forty-something year old man named Michael Sprenger (or Mike, for short) who one day came to Jubilee Church to preach about invisible trumpets and make brilliant plane and boat whooshing sounds whilst praying for people. Then after church I went into town, came back, saw him, and actually talked to him (HAH take that Gill Peace). But as he was on his way home by train (yes, he told me he was going home by train), his journey was suddenly halted. Sprenger was infuriated as he was in the middle of a Sudoku puzzle when his pencil flung out of his hand, and had accidentally got lodged in the person adjacent to him’s eyeball.
“Arggh! Please watch where you’re flinging pencils sir.” The man exclaimed.
Sprenger quickly prayed for healing whilst making his whooshing noises.
“Apologies. I wonder what happened to the train.” replied Sprenger after the man's eyeball had magically got a big monster plaster on it.
Immediately he got up, spun round a bit, and-
“Could everyone turn around for a few minutes please. Thanks.”
Transformed into Sprengerman!
“Hey, where’d that flingy pencil guy go?” Asked the man, still with the pencil stuck in his eye, not seeming to be that bothered anymore.
“He uh, jumped out the window cause um…the stock markets crashed…again.” replied Sprengerman.
“But the windows don’t ope-”
“I don’t have time to talk!” yelled Sprengerman, as he ran into the next train car.
There was a prolonged awkward silence in the car Sprengerman had just run out of. Suddenly, a tall businessman quickly stood up.
“Oh Dear Lord! The stock markets have crashed?! Again?!” he shrieked, then launched himself through the window.
Spengerman ran through the car, then came to a ladder. He climbed up, but as he got to the top, the steps all simultaneously snapped in half, and he fell, miraculously landing on his head. He then tried at the ladder again, and climbed up the side, out the roof.
“Blimey, it’s a bit chilly.” mumbled Sprengerman to himself.
“Sprengerman!” yelled an annoying shrill voice from behind.
He quickly turned, and ambled back in horror, as a Subo-droid approached him.
“Gasp!”
“Did you just say gasp?” asked the Subo-droid.
“Erm, yes. Yes I did.”
“Right...anyway, I’m going to order my army of super intelligent polka-dot elephants to take over this train and brainwash everyone to listen to my terrible music.”
“Dear Janine! You can’t do that! It’s too terrible!!” screamed Sprengerman.
The train suddenly started tipping over. He looked over the side and spotted several elephants pushing it. The whole thing tipped over.
“Arggh! My sub-sandwich! That costed me £8.75!!” yelled a voice from inside.
Sprengerman spotted a car in the distance racing towards the train. As it grew closer and closer, he contemplated stopping it with his super-strength, but came to the conclusion that he couldn’t be bothered. The car struck the train, and a tall man with a hat came out.
“Ugh, I hate my life so much. Stuff always goes wrong when you’re Albert S. Stevensonanderstokenacrobergonson.
“Hey you!” shouted Sprenger. “What do you know about Elephants?”
The Subo-droid stepped forward.
“That’s super intelligent polka-dot Eleph-.”
“Silence Subo-droid!!” yelled Sprenger in her face. “Well?”
“I don’t flippin' know.” shouted Albert back. “I don‘t study them. What kind of nerd studies Elephants”
The Subo-droid stepped forward again.
“Super intel-hey, why the heck am I still here?”
She ran off the side of the train and flew away, narrowly missing an electric telephone wire.
“Hoo, that was clo-” suddenly, a business class jet sucked her into the turbine.
“Ouch.” mumbled Sprengerman. “Now, about these Elephants. Albert, can you be extremely aggressively depressing towards them? They might stop then.”
“Uh, k.” He turned towards the Elephants.
“Your life is worthless. You don’t have a purpose. All you do is live and die. You may as well jump off a cliff, no-one would notice. That’s right, no one.”
The Elephants stopped pushing the train, and all ran away…in the direction of the Cliffside.
“Hey Al, do you know where they might be running to?” asked Sprenger.
“Er, no.” replied Albert.
“Right then. Well, that solves that.”
“Uh, bye then.”
Albert got into his car and drove away into the distance.
“My work here is done.” Sprengerman said proudly as he stood atop the train
Suddenly a mysterious bald man appeared from out of no-where and everyone on the train ran up to him and slapped his head.
THE END
Anyways, enjoy!
There once was a grey haired forty-something year old man named Michael Sprenger (or Mike, for short) who one day came to Jubilee Church to preach about invisible trumpets and make brilliant plane and boat whooshing sounds whilst praying for people. Then after church I went into town, came back, saw him, and actually talked to him (HAH take that Gill Peace). But as he was on his way home by train (yes, he told me he was going home by train), his journey was suddenly halted. Sprenger was infuriated as he was in the middle of a Sudoku puzzle when his pencil flung out of his hand, and had accidentally got lodged in the person adjacent to him’s eyeball.
“Arggh! Please watch where you’re flinging pencils sir.” The man exclaimed.
Sprenger quickly prayed for healing whilst making his whooshing noises.
“Apologies. I wonder what happened to the train.” replied Sprenger after the man's eyeball had magically got a big monster plaster on it.
Immediately he got up, spun round a bit, and-
“Could everyone turn around for a few minutes please. Thanks.”
Transformed into Sprengerman!
“Hey, where’d that flingy pencil guy go?” Asked the man, still with the pencil stuck in his eye, not seeming to be that bothered anymore.
“He uh, jumped out the window cause um…the stock markets crashed…again.” replied Sprengerman.
“But the windows don’t ope-”
“I don’t have time to talk!” yelled Sprengerman, as he ran into the next train car.
There was a prolonged awkward silence in the car Sprengerman had just run out of. Suddenly, a tall businessman quickly stood up.
“Oh Dear Lord! The stock markets have crashed?! Again?!” he shrieked, then launched himself through the window.
Spengerman ran through the car, then came to a ladder. He climbed up, but as he got to the top, the steps all simultaneously snapped in half, and he fell, miraculously landing on his head. He then tried at the ladder again, and climbed up the side, out the roof.
“Blimey, it’s a bit chilly.” mumbled Sprengerman to himself.
“Sprengerman!” yelled an annoying shrill voice from behind.
He quickly turned, and ambled back in horror, as a Subo-droid approached him.
“Gasp!”
“Did you just say gasp?” asked the Subo-droid.
“Erm, yes. Yes I did.”
“Right...anyway, I’m going to order my army of super intelligent polka-dot elephants to take over this train and brainwash everyone to listen to my terrible music.”
“Dear Janine! You can’t do that! It’s too terrible!!” screamed Sprengerman.
The train suddenly started tipping over. He looked over the side and spotted several elephants pushing it. The whole thing tipped over.
“Arggh! My sub-sandwich! That costed me £8.75!!” yelled a voice from inside.
Sprengerman spotted a car in the distance racing towards the train. As it grew closer and closer, he contemplated stopping it with his super-strength, but came to the conclusion that he couldn’t be bothered. The car struck the train, and a tall man with a hat came out.
“Ugh, I hate my life so much. Stuff always goes wrong when you’re Albert S. Stevensonanderstokenacrobergonson.
“Hey you!” shouted Sprenger. “What do you know about Elephants?”
The Subo-droid stepped forward.
“That’s super intelligent polka-dot Eleph-.”
“Silence Subo-droid!!” yelled Sprenger in her face. “Well?”
“I don’t flippin' know.” shouted Albert back. “I don‘t study them. What kind of nerd studies Elephants”
The Subo-droid stepped forward again.
“Super intel-hey, why the heck am I still here?”
She ran off the side of the train and flew away, narrowly missing an electric telephone wire.
“Hoo, that was clo-” suddenly, a business class jet sucked her into the turbine.
“Ouch.” mumbled Sprengerman. “Now, about these Elephants. Albert, can you be extremely aggressively depressing towards them? They might stop then.”
“Uh, k.” He turned towards the Elephants.
“Your life is worthless. You don’t have a purpose. All you do is live and die. You may as well jump off a cliff, no-one would notice. That’s right, no one.”
The Elephants stopped pushing the train, and all ran away…in the direction of the Cliffside.
“Hey Al, do you know where they might be running to?” asked Sprenger.
“Er, no.” replied Albert.
“Right then. Well, that solves that.”
“Uh, bye then.”
Albert got into his car and drove away into the distance.
“My work here is done.” Sprengerman said proudly as he stood atop the train
Suddenly a mysterious bald man appeared from out of no-where and everyone on the train ran up to him and slapped his head.
THE END
Friday 17 February 2012
Oh...
So I guess I'd best update you on my tragic life (Did I just use the word "best" in place of "better"...? My mum's going to kill me - she's an English teacher).
Yeah, so I've been on half term since monday and not done much at all...was planning on doing a read-through for a script this week but that went out the window with people being busy... (damn people...I kid, I love you all...especially you Dave xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx) Sorry, don't know where that came from...
Um...sent 1 valentines card off to a very deserving person... then spent the rest of the evening scowling at couples with my God-brother (I'm sure there's such a thing as that), and eating an enormous sundae to myself whilst crying...(Er yeah, I'm like joking...yeah...)
Then literally all I've done is buy and watch DVD's for the rest of the week...
So yeah, in short, I need to do stuff.
I need to do another "Things that annoy me about..." since I haven't done one in time (Yes, I just said time...I think I'm actually turning into a chav...) but I fear I may have actually run out if things that annoy me... :O So I need to make some more enemies, and FAST!
Ok ok, I'll wrap this up now with, Enjoy your half term! (Whoever is actually on it this week)/Enjoy your half term next week! (Whoever is on it next week due to Shrovetide in Ashbourne as I know a few of my friends are)/Enjoy work/college/school/busking! If you're never on it ever.
Bye!!
Tuesday 7 February 2012
Blur - Essex Dogs (Bass Cover)
Really wanted to record my bass cover of this song because it's just such a brilliant track.
Enjoy! :)
Enjoy! :)
Monday 6 February 2012
1 Year Anniversary of The Unsystematic Idiot
Ok, I don't know where that all came from.
Anyway, this year of bloggering should hopefully be better than the last!
Hopefully...
Bye.
x
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