November 5th

Remember, remember the fifth of November
Some line about blood and fire and stuff
And then there's another line
And there's pretty much a whole poem that I can't remember.

It's true... we all remember the 5th of November. A few of us even remember why! (Because Hugo Weaving said so while wearing a creepy mask and playing opposite a hairless Natalie Portman, of course.)

But really... there are very few of us who actually remember the words of that poem. So, remember the 5th of November, remember there's a well-made movie about it that I will probably never see again, and remember the poem exists. But never remember the poem itself.

And, in other news, today I am grateful for photography. Because I'm not patient enough to learn how to paint.