Three things that are making me very happy right now

I am not a religious girl. I like the idea of an all-seeing, all-powerful, omnipotent and omnipresent god, but then again, I also like the idea of an all-seeing, all-powerful, omnipotent and omnipresent, gay-approving, free-love-endorsing cheesecake, watching us from on high in divine, sugary glory. The two ideas seem equally as likely to me, which is a shame for those religious folk who always seem to sense a sinner in me waiting to be cleansed by the benevolent body-wash of The Church (sadly, not the band.) Could it be because they see me emerging from the sex shop in which I work; a location puzzlingly infested with all manner of religious loons? Regardless, my point is that I just can’t believe the story behind this god character. It’s like asking me to believe that Katy Perry is actually very intelligent and that her idiotic demeanour is just a publicity stunt. It’s just not true.  

However, there come times when I wish I could believe in the Holy Bearded One, if only to have someone to thank for things. Obviously, when someone compliments me (a rarity, as it is common knowledge that I am a gaunt old crone) I thank them. I have someone to whom my thanks can be directed. However, when things happen which are outside of my immediate life, events or creations that can’t be attributed to anyone in particular, my desire to give thanks can’t be satiated.

However, now I have you. And you’re so much better than god (mostly because you don’t make insane demands of me, or make it impossible to go shopping on a Sunday evening). Let’s hold hands and give thanks for the following awesome things:

Ducks being resilient:

This video would be really awful if the ducklings weren't so utterly unharmed at the end of it. So fluffy! I particularly admire the mother duck's almost instant return to dignity. A ruffle of the feathers, and the duckings are back in line.

Bobbi Starr just generally continuing to be perfect:

 

The Weepies staying beautiful (Be My Thrill):

I honestly don't know how anyone could fail to be mildly aroused by how beautiful this new album  is. Sure, The Weepies stick to one formula of simple arrangements, gentle tones and folksy quaintness, but it just works so well.



Plus, how could anyone in their right minds resist the sugar-sweetness of their home life? They just look so happy. The Weepies make me want to curl up in lethargy, and sleep like a cat in the sun for days on end. 

Amen, folks.