You'd think I would have learnt by now. 39 weeklies behind me. Innumerable occasions to prove the point. Eh? What point? That when I don't have anything to say... I shouldn't say a goddamned thing! 39 was written because I felt I should write something since I hadn't the Friday before (the usual sending date). I felt I should simply because I had committed myself to the form. But if I don't have anything of consequence to say (outside of the norm) then I really should reign myself in.

Now, the cynical amongst you might think; this Caleb. He was stuck for something to say in 39. So he wrote some aimless repetitive shite for one reason. And one reason alone. So that he could write about it in the next weekly!

I mock your cynicism. For, if this were the case, then surely I would wait until this Friday (at the earliest) to address the issue? Nay, I was simply feeling funky because of the cold and so wanted to write something.

I thought of doing a summary thing of what all the weeklies so far have been about.

What annoys me about parodies is that they're intrinsically lazy entertainment. They may be funny. And sometimes they make you think of things in a new way. But they're still lazy. Because, at their core, they're taking someone else's idea (no matter how shite, an original IDEA) and twisting and shaping it for their own ends. There's no creation going on there. Not even sculpting. Because sculpting is when you create something out of something else. But parody is when you destroy something with itself. TV / Film parodies annoy me the most because they're more incestuous than any other form. Literature can draw from thousands of years worth of references. Can be updated and remoulded so that the new form is far more than a parody. But when you take a form just over a century old (and less than 30 years as what we now know it), then you're very rarely presented with anything more than a cheap knock off.

It's lazy.

So let's talk some more about a forum I created for myself! Let's talk about something which I seem to take far more delight in playing with than any real living. Let's... Shit, what am I saying? Let ME ramble on more and more about myself. Let me spout more and more about what's going on in my own head and let me forget everything else in the world.

I hate it when I find stuff like this on the Internet. It depresses me. Stuff like my own writings. It depresses me because it's yet another reminder of that thing I talked about before.

I'm going to give that a name. Because referring to it as "the thing where everything you have done, or will do, has been done, and will be done, by millions of other people, all over the world, far better than you will ever achieve it."... Referring to it as that is slightly... unwieldy. So I shall name it... "Reem's Theory". Who's Reem? Sh'yeah right! Like I'm going to say! Nah, just remember that that's what it is. Reem's Theory.

So anyway. Reem's Theory. It still annoys me. 'Cos it's true and far too many people have realised it and ain't any of us able to actually do anything about it.

It's like holograms. The real, 3D, sticking - out - the - ground, large - as - life kind as opposed to the shitty, silvery ones you get in packs of Rice Crispies. We should have them. But we don't.

When the form starts to take precedence over the content then the content is getting out of date.

I need more things to write about. Real things. Things outside of my head. Send me ideas. Hell, ANY ideas. You want to read a detailed, researched essay about -shudder- Pokemon? Just ask! I need some practise writing about stuff that doesn't necessarily interest me. So send me an e-mail, saying what you want to read more about, and I shall produce a fine, quality essay. It'll be opinionated as hell... But still good!

Of course, you won't