I stayed up far too late last night watching ‘In the Heat of the Night’

03/02/2012 Nichole 1 Comment

My step-grandfather used to watch the TV version of “In the Heat of the Night,” so that’s what we watched when we were at their house when I was a kid. Well, that or NASCAR or the Grand Ol’ Opry. All three of them bored me to tears. This could explain my aversion to racing and country music as well as why I was never interested in watching the feature film “In the Heat of the Night.” It won the Academy Award for Best Picture in 1967, though, which obligated me to watch it, as pursuant to the terms set forth in my Mighty List. So when Rockford had a long, late-night conference call and I discovered “In the Heat of the Night” was available “On Demand,” I figured it was meant to be.

Potentially spoilerish thoughts on the film and also tangential thoughts had whilst watching the film:

: Is it just me, or do all the best movies start out with a pie-hoarding diner creep, a pervy patrol officer and some naked cola drinking? Or maybe that’s just this movie and all of David Lynch’s movies.

Off topic, I overheard an old-timer talking about drinking some dope today. And then they talked about how “that’s what people around here used to call Co-Cola, but now you can get in trouble for saying you’re going to buy some dope.” Every bit of which is true.

Rod Steiger may actually be the valedictorian of gum-chewing. Nobody chews gum like Steiger. Steiger won Best Actor for this movie. His gum should’ve won Supporting Actor.

“Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: Off topic, I overheard an old-timer talking about drinking some dope today. And then they talked about how “that’s what people around here used to call Co-Cola, but now you can get in trouble for saying you’re going to buy some dope.” Every bit of which is true.

Rod Steiger may actually be the valedictorian of gum-chewing. Nobody chews gum like Steiger. Steiger won Best Actor for this movie. His gum should’ve won Supporting Actor.

“Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: Rod Steiger may actually be the valedictorian of gum-chewing. Nobody chews gum like Steiger. Steiger won Best Actor for this movie. His gum should’ve won Supporting Actor.

“Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: “Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.

In conclusion, that was a good movie. I’m glad I stayed up to watch it.

Bandwagons

The final few photos from that project

03/02/2012 Nichole 2 Comments

OK, so February’s photo-a-day project entirely fell apart. But here are the last few pictures I managed to take!

Day Eighteen: Drink

I’ve been trying to drink the recommended 8-10 glasses of water a day, so I bought myself a glass pitcher that holds something like 72 ounces. I don’t know why it seems easier to drink, but it does.

Day Twenty: Handwriting

I thought about taking a picture of my grocery list, but then I decided to write down a line from my favorite song instead.

It's from "Hummingbird" by Wilco. — February 20. Handwriting.

Day Twenty-One: A Fave Photo of You

Aw, look at little me. First day of kindergarten, shorter than a mailbox and all full of promise with my little blue satchel in front of a sugar beet field. I think this would’ve been 1982 or so.

Family matters

Things to do in March

03/01/2012 Nichole

Looking over February’s “Things to Do” list makes me wonder whether I actually did anything at all last month. Reorganize my “office” was on January and February’s lists. It’s still chaos in there. The living room is painted now — it’s Glazed Pears! — but I still haven’t hung (hanged?) any pictures. Technically, I did lose 5 pounds last month. Unfortunately it was all in one 12-hour, virus-stricken night, so those 5 pounds are quickly returning. I did let Poppy invite some friends over for a Valentine’s Day party, but we had to cancel it because the kids were both sick. I’m sensing a theme. And finally: I fell laughably short of the “800 minutes of exercise” goal. Insanely, laughably and pathetically short.

So for March, I’m going to hit reset and try again. Here are some Things I’d Like to Accomplish in March:

Reorganize my office area.

Hang pictures in the living room.

Log 400 minutes of exercise.

Surely I can get at least one of those done this month. C’mon, self! Get motivated!

Butterscotch Sundae

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