There are 3 written responses to this assignment.
talk your ear off
talk through your hat
talk it up
talk in circles
She can talk the leg off a chair
talk ’till your blue in the face
I am not my brother’s keeper
I am better off alone
to make a long story short
stick to the story
that’s the story of my life
tell tales out of school
time will tell
kiss and tell
Tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you are
How this story was made:
Using the Cliché Finder at http://www.westegg.com/cliche/, I entered in words related the IamTalkyTina theme. The actual words that produced useable results were talk, I am, story, and tell. The results were trimmed by deleting those that just didn’t work (in my opinion), but leaving the rest in the order that they appeared. I think it tells quite a story of our ds106zone digital storytelling experience with Talky Tina!
MRI imaging has recently identified the part of the brain where cliches are recognized and generated. Interestingly, the more egregious the cliche the stronger and more satisfying the sensation when it is used. This seems to explain why the use of a single cliche can send a writer down the road to rack and ruin and why a cliche that is as old as the hills can be rediscovered and applied by younger generations of writers who are still wet behind the ears.
So to rid writers of the plague of cliches, neurosurgeons can now zap the overactive cliche production and recognition area with a strong laser and hereby prevent the offending use of cliches. Then the writer will feel good as new and look forward to a life of milk and honey somewhere over the rainbow though they will not for the life of themselves be able to remember a single cliche.
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly a shot in the dark rang out. But like a tree that falls in the forest if no one hears, does the shot still count? The ricochet was obscured by the sudden downpour, as it began to rain cats and dogs. The parched earth was as dry as dust, absorbing the rain faster than the greased lightening that never strikes twice. Like a fool that rushes in where angels fear to tread, chanting, ” I have nothing to fear but fear itself,” I decided to go out in a blaze of glory. It was time to get the lead out and fight like a man.