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...I'm not much with this romantic stuff, but I think you're simply ripping. "

"I'm dripping, Willie."

I have no idea why this dialogue is running through my head. I have issues.

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I saw a stick stuck upright in the river while walking this morning and my first thought was of Beau Geste and I had a Sudden Great Urge to see it. But I don't have it. Sad.

And I'm not sure why a stick stuck upright in the river made me think of Beau Geste, but it did, so there.

I wonder if it's normal to have certain parts of movies or certain events so vividly clear in my mind that I can play them back. Sometimes I find it disturbing.

Other times, like today, I'm just wondering why some of the most bizarre things are apparently cemented in my brain. I haven't thought of or seen Beau Geste in years (a whopping two viewings total), yet parts of it just randomly started playing back in my head with ridiculous clarity.

Of course, I haven't seen Smilin' Through in probably longer than that, but at least with that one I have the excuse that I watched it a hundred times.

All that being said, it's driving me crazy that I can't remember one very vital thing about the plot of Beau Geste. DID BEAU COME HOME? If not, what happened to him?

I need to find something productive to do besides query the strange mechanism called My Brain.
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I don't know if any of you have seen the JC Penney jewellery ad where the dude gets his wife a dual-bag vacuum cleaner for Christmas and she throws him into the doghouse... but Dan and I saw it the other day and we were both like, um, okay? What exactly constitutes a romantic gift? The first thing we did was exchange glances and laugh because of what Dan got me for Christmas.

He said he could never get the hang of so-called romantic gifts.

Most women want jewellery or flowers or lingerie or a night out at a fancy restaurant and consider that romantic.

But I asked Dan for a jump rope for Christmas. That's what he got me. That's why we were laughing.

I guess that's one thing that makes us a little bit wacky. We really are pretty practical. I'd rather have a jump rope and get a bit of exercise that will benefit me in the long run rather than flowers that will wilt (although he did once buy me a handful of yellow tulips, and that was nice) or lingerie that will never survive a night in bed (much less the washing machine). He wouldn't get me jewellery anyway, and we're both indifferent to restaurants 99% of the time.

So to me it's more romantic to get a jump rope, because it's something I actually wanted and the fact that he gets me what I ask for rather than some silly trifle means something to me.

I guess I just don't get the concept of "romantic gifts". Are we just totally weird? What do you or would you think of as a romantic gift?

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