A Post That For Once Is Thoughtful.

Just got done watching Bruce Almighty. It is filmically only OK, but has caused a strange reaction in me.... I present to you:

The List Of Things For Which Clare Is Most Grateful
(including but not limited to the following things in no particular order)

Rock and roll.
The Beatles.
Jim Morrison, even if the git did die when he was 27 leaving his potential unfulfilled. At least he existed.
The other Doors, even if two insist on touring with Ian 'Not Jim No Matter How Hard He Might Try' Astbury. Ray and Robby were truly outstanding last night and I have now heard the Very Famous Light My Fire Intro live by the man himself.
The fact that the Doors played my favourite Doors song last night, despite it actually being quite obscure (Peace Frog).
That although he was not Jim Morrison, Ian Astbury did not suck.
Led Zeppelin.
Robert Plant's hair, the cause of much amusement for me and Rachel at about three am.
My friends. All of them, all of you.
Dean Martin. My innamorato, I swear. If Love Itself had a voice, his would be it.
Harmonicas, no matter how bad I make such things sound during Doors concerts.
My guitar.
The fact that although our governments are trying so very hard to make us silently acquiesce to whatever schemes and plans they have, we won't always take it lying down.
The fact that although the people in charge of our countries are probably corrupt and evil, the rest of us still find kindness and goodness in our hearts.
That although my knees hurt sometimes going up stairs, at least I can get up them.
That I can sing, more or less, even if I'm not Judy Garland or Robert Plant yet.
That my guitar skills are not entirely non-existent.
That I am not stupid.
That I still dream.
That I see the world in all it's horror and still usually manage to see the beauty there, no matter how I might protest in my cynical way.
That my mummy and daddy love me. That they give me money is really only a bonus. Just please don't tell them cos they'll think I'm going soft and take the mickey.
The wonderful cards that were waiting for me when I got back home on Wednesday night from far, far away. I love the people who sent them- you know who you are. :D
Errol Flynn, who can bring warmth and gladness to my soul irrespective of how bad I feel.
The answer to all questions in the universe: Captain Jack Sparrow.
The Darkness. They are not totally great and they are not poets, but they might one day be.
Chicago Town pepperoni pizzas. Truly created by God.
Laughter. Humour. I don't care what happens, I think everything looks better if you can laugh. Almost all things can be healed with laughter and those that can't can be helped with it.
smilie117 and she knows why.
God Himself. Herself, itself. I don't care. I don't care what religion He is and if She thinks I'm a fool. I don't know what my mama really thinks I think, but I love God and I know He loves me back. God, my friends, is Good.

There is more that I am grateful for, but I've gotta get up early to visit my grandad. I'm grateful for him too!

A Post That For Once Is Thoughtful.

Just got done watching Bruce Almighty. It is filmically only OK, but has caused a strange reaction in me.... I present to you:

The List Of Things For Which Clare Is Most Grateful
(including but not limited to the following things in no particular order)

Rock and roll.
The Beatles.
Jim Morrison, even if the git did die when he was 27 leaving his potential unfulfilled. At least he existed.
The other Doors, even if two insist on touring with Ian 'Not Jim No Matter How Hard He Might Try' Astbury. Ray and Robby were truly outstanding last night and I have now heard the Very Famous Light My Fire Intro live by the man himself.
The fact that the Doors played my favourite Doors song last night, despite it actually being quite obscure (Peace Frog).
That although he was not Jim Morrison, Ian Astbury did not suck.
Led Zeppelin.
Robert Plant's hair, the cause of much amusement for me and Rachel at about three am.
My friends. All of them, all of you.
Dean Martin. My innamorato, I swear. If Love Itself had a voice, his would be it.
Harmonicas, no matter how bad I make such things sound during Doors concerts.
My guitar.
The fact that although our governments are trying so very hard to make us silently acquiesce to whatever schemes and plans they have, we won't always take it lying down.
The fact that although the people in charge of our countries are probably corrupt and evil, the rest of us still find kindness and goodness in our hearts.
That although my knees hurt sometimes going up stairs, at least I can get up them.
That I can sing, more or less, even if I'm not Judy Garland or Robert Plant yet.
That my guitar skills are not entirely non-existent.
That I am not stupid.
That I still dream.
That I see the world in all it's horror and still usually manage to see the beauty there, no matter how I might protest in my cynical way.
That my mummy and daddy love me. That they give me money is really only a bonus. Just please don't tell them cos they'll think I'm going soft and take the mickey.
The wonderful cards that were waiting for me when I got back home on Wednesday night from far, far away. I love the people who sent them- you know who you are. :D
Errol Flynn, who can bring warmth and gladness to my soul irrespective of how bad I feel.
The answer to all questions in the universe: Captain Jack Sparrow.
The Darkness. They are not totally great and they are not poets, but they might one day be.
Chicago Town pepperoni pizzas. Truly created by God.
Laughter. Humour. I don't care what happens, I think everything looks better if you can laugh. Almost all things can be healed with laughter and those that can't can be helped with it.
smilie117 and she knows why.
God Himself. Herself, itself. I don't care. I don't care what religion He is and if She thinks I'm a fool. I don't know what my mama really thinks I think, but I love God and I know He loves me back. God, my friends, is Good.

There is more that I am grateful for, but I've gotta get up early to visit my grandad. I'm grateful for him too!