That plane's dustin' crops where there ain't no crops.

I had the best of intentions last night - I was going to get to bed at a reasonable time so that the loss of that hour wouldn't be felt so keenly. Once again I was thwarted in another of my attempts at self-discipline, this time by the television. I was channel-surfing, making one last round before shutting it off (just in case, you know), when I was stopped dead in my tracks by one of the most indelible movie images of our time: the crop-duster attack scene from Alfred Hitchcock's North by Northwest, probably one of the best movies Hitchcock made. How could I go to bed now?