day 110... speaking only in cliches

                                                      day110... speaking only in cliches.

Todays task was simple enough i was to push the boat right out with reguards to cliches, speak in them allll day. You may think its hard to work cliches forcably into everyday talk, but at the end of the day, anythings possible if you put your mind to it!

So from morning till eve i was charging about like a cat on a hot tin roof applyin cliches as thick as the london fog...throwing them out at people  like theyre going out of style. I was carefull not to push the boat out though, as i didnt want to leave anyone with an axe to grind!.

Sometimes its so hard to include cliche's in sentences you can feel like your banging your head against the wall, some people just dont pick up on them when theyre said, and you can be left feeling like you need to go back to the drawing board.

Some people were overcome with anger, and i dont like to push the envelope, but with needing to keep people onside, and endure to the end  with said task i was caught between a rock and a hardplace. I knew it was important not to become disheartened tho, some people apreciate a good cliche, and you can never tell who, its important not to judge a book by its cover.

In short today was tough.. but i feel i called a spade a spade,was sure not to cut off my nose to spite my face,  i cut to the chase, tried to remember i couldnt have my cake and eat it,  tried not to make a fuss, and hoped noone would rock the boat, or shoot the messenger.

done!

day 109... demonstrating!! positively!

day 109... And today i am bade to demonstrate in FAVOUR  of the government, I loved the idea of this task, however what i did not love was the thought of giving support to our horendous (at that time) labour government, a real battle ensued in my head between my determination to carry out each and everytask, and my political leanings. To my great suprise bearing in mind my stance on socialism, the former won.

And so i made up banners... signs  for the windows, and was generally contented and happy sounding with reguards to the state of the country, and the job the current government were doing. (this was so far from my true feeling i could have combusted with the level of mistruth occuring)

As history so rightly will underline governments rarely acknowledge demonstrations that are so predictablt negative towards them, government is human after all, if you are dealt with in a negative way how do you react? rarely posotively i put it to you! the same must be true of  protsets.. focusing on the positive! being encouraging! surely this is the way forward.

And so all day i told whoever would listen that the government hadnt been doing such a bad job afterall, and that really they wernt to blame for the state of the economy, imigration being out of control or anything else for that matter.I hung signs in the wondow  with messages of support  for our leaders, in the hope of spuring them onto greater things... these read :-

"THE PACE OF REFORM IS GOOD!"
" IMPLEMENT THE LAW!"
" GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR POLICIES!"

I also left messages of support for the government all over the internet. job done.. for one day i faked being pro- socialism.. if felt dirty.

Only one thing plays on my mind... why oh why didnt i save this task until the current government was in power, then i could have protested positively with not a hint of feeling ill.

day 108... lureing and swating!

Day 108... Lureing and swating!

Today i was set a fairly grim, and so i thought a fairly simple task.. I was to lure a fly onto todays page by whatever means possible and swat it  withing the area of the page indicated, NASTY,  i thought, that seems like itl be a bit messy, and just a little harsh, Now. im not a massive fan of flies.. seldom does something vex me more than trying to eat, but being unable to relax and enjoy due to a fly that seems intent on buzzing around me, and atempting plate based landings. The more i thought on this i realised what a pain fly's really are and it became less of a chore, and more of a cruisade for venence against one fly  for the crimes of all of its forefathers! This isnt the way i generally deal with things... i wouldnt kick a puppy because its father bit me once.. but well the book requires a flys  death, and as i needed to justify it..

The lureing and swating took longer than one would have hoped, oh there was a fly, but the last.. the onlyplace in the room it didnt want to land  was the book... and that page, it seemed unnervingly aware of the fate that awaited it  should it touch down on the red zone, should i be feeling remorse for an act i hadnt yet commited? NO... eventually  it gave into curiosity.. and victory was mine. It was only a small one, so not much mess after all.. and i do now feel that i have in some small way aside from completing the task , let flies world wide know  what will befall them if they mess with me  while i eat.

day 107... everybody SCREEEEAM!!

So.. its been a shamefully long time since i actually typed up any of my tasks.. rest assured tho people, ive been doing them and keeping notes... and now the type up break is at an end, and ive left myself  with a veritable mountain to climb  i shall begin!

                                                

Day 107... Timed screaming
Today the task was simple, scream like youve never screamed before at precisely 8.07 p.m (greenwich mean time).  Making sure one was well away from contact with the public  was strictly forbidden, I was to make no changes to my plans, the book layed out in stone, that wether i was on a date, having dinner with friends, at a night class or deep in meditation i was to scream where i was! ,maybe they hoped that if enough people let out a wrasp at the same  time  with a common goal, something odd, or catastrophic would occur... maybe an earthquake, maybe a couple of waves a little larger than usual would crash onto the beach at seaton carew, maybe the space time continuam would be effected... Whatever they expected  all that happened for me was my throat tickled and i coughed solidly  for a few munites after my enforced screaming... some people claim screaming is theraputic... i definately didnt find this to be the case... neither did my cat.

So as instructed i screamed at 8.07 precisely, i bet a few other people  out there did it too, so for that moment alone  without knowing eachother, we were connected by a common aim..they may have been on a date, eating dinner, meditating.. personally i was sat in my living room watching a dvd, eating a cider refresher ice lolly, and awaking said cat.

mission accomplished!