"Feel like a piece" or "Mean seriously **brilliantly**"
**sigh** Sometimes, I don't like change.
Down the street from us, there's a house with wind chimes hanging off the porch and the tree in the front yard had white lights wrapped around it year-around. Lots of houses around have decorations in the yard, but this particular one was painted purple with green trim. I loved it! Not just because purple is my favourite colour. But no one else around has a house nearly as interesting. I decided I liked the people living in that house right away. I only ever met one of them, but she was nice. And I always loved walking by that house when I took the dog out. It was on the market recently and I was afraid that the listing agent or new owners might paint it. It sold fairly quickly and sure enough this week, it got painted. One side of the house is still purple and all the green trim is still there, but the rest of the exterior is really ugly grey-ish colour. And I mean ugly. It's not nearly as much fun to walk by it anymore.
My favourite Mexican restaurant in the whole world is CLOSED!!! It was kitschy and cluttered and had licence plates and other tchotchkes1 on the walls and ceiling and the owners were associated with professional Salsa dancers and it had the greatest Veracruz-style food. I've been going to that place since I was a little kid and whenever I think Mexican, I think of that place. And I've been to Mexico. I didn't even know it was closing. I found out last night when my parents and I decided to out to dinner for Mexican food and Mom looked up the place on her iPad to make reservations (which we've never done at this place, nor had to) only to find out it's been replaced by an upscale Asian fusion restaurant. It's not like L.A. is short on Mexican places. I mean, we ended up going to my dad's favourite Mexican place in Venice which also has really great food. But I feel like a piece of my life is gone.
One of my favourite shows for the last few years is coming to an end and very abruptly, it seems. I know I didn't write about Psych much. I don't go on fan forums, read or write Pysch fan fic, nor do I obsess over finding the pineapple in each episode. I'm not sure I'd be considered a Psych-O. But I love this show. It's silly and fun and wacky and ridiculous and paid homage to a lot of great movies, music and a few T.V. shows from the 80's and 90's (and yes I got a lot of their references, which tells you how old I am). Then it would throw you for a loop with a Buster Keaton reference. The characters are delightfully played by a wonderful cast. The inside/re-occurring jokes are great and every now and then they'd change up the theme song to fit with the episode. (A Bollywood episode, for example, featured the theme song in Hindi.)
The references didn't just stop at a few lines, though. They had some fantastic guest stars, from one-time appearances to re-occurring roles. You'd see actors from movies and shows you hadn't seen in ages playing very different roles from the ones you usually associate them with. Like Cary Elwes's re-occurring role as the international art thief Pierre Despereaux, who may or may not have been a secret agent with Interpol. My personal favourite however, was serial killer Mr. Yang, who was amazingly portrayed (I mean seriously brilliantly portrayed) by veteran brat pack member and robot-befriender Ally Sheedy. Friday night, I watched the farewell marathon where the cast picked their favourite episodes and teared up as they said bye to the show and heartfelt thanks to the fans. Fans video'ed and texted their good-byes as well, some of which aired during the commercial breaks. The final episode airs this Wednesday, after which there will be a huge hole in my T.V. watching schedule. It will be sorely missed.
Sadness, sadness, sadness.
1 Seriously, who came up with the spelling for this word?
Down the street from us, there's a house with wind chimes hanging off the porch and the tree in the front yard had white lights wrapped around it year-around. Lots of houses around have decorations in the yard, but this particular one was painted purple with green trim. I loved it! Not just because purple is my favourite colour. But no one else around has a house nearly as interesting. I decided I liked the people living in that house right away. I only ever met one of them, but she was nice. And I always loved walking by that house when I took the dog out. It was on the market recently and I was afraid that the listing agent or new owners might paint it. It sold fairly quickly and sure enough this week, it got painted. One side of the house is still purple and all the green trim is still there, but the rest of the exterior is really ugly grey-ish colour. And I mean ugly. It's not nearly as much fun to walk by it anymore.
My favourite Mexican restaurant in the whole world is CLOSED!!! It was kitschy and cluttered and had licence plates and other tchotchkes1 on the walls and ceiling and the owners were associated with professional Salsa dancers and it had the greatest Veracruz-style food. I've been going to that place since I was a little kid and whenever I think Mexican, I think of that place. And I've been to Mexico. I didn't even know it was closing. I found out last night when my parents and I decided to out to dinner for Mexican food and Mom looked up the place on her iPad to make reservations (which we've never done at this place, nor had to) only to find out it's been replaced by an upscale Asian fusion restaurant. It's not like L.A. is short on Mexican places. I mean, we ended up going to my dad's favourite Mexican place in Venice which also has really great food. But I feel like a piece of my life is gone.
One of my favourite shows for the last few years is coming to an end and very abruptly, it seems. I know I didn't write about Psych much. I don't go on fan forums, read or write Pysch fan fic, nor do I obsess over finding the pineapple in each episode. I'm not sure I'd be considered a Psych-O. But I love this show. It's silly and fun and wacky and ridiculous and paid homage to a lot of great movies, music and a few T.V. shows from the 80's and 90's (and yes I got a lot of their references, which tells you how old I am). Then it would throw you for a loop with a Buster Keaton reference. The characters are delightfully played by a wonderful cast. The inside/re-occurring jokes are great and every now and then they'd change up the theme song to fit with the episode. (A Bollywood episode, for example, featured the theme song in Hindi.)
The references didn't just stop at a few lines, though. They had some fantastic guest stars, from one-time appearances to re-occurring roles. You'd see actors from movies and shows you hadn't seen in ages playing very different roles from the ones you usually associate them with. Like Cary Elwes's re-occurring role as the international art thief Pierre Despereaux, who may or may not have been a secret agent with Interpol. My personal favourite however, was serial killer Mr. Yang, who was amazingly portrayed (I mean seriously brilliantly portrayed) by veteran brat pack member and robot-befriender Ally Sheedy. Friday night, I watched the farewell marathon where the cast picked their favourite episodes and teared up as they said bye to the show and heartfelt thanks to the fans. Fans video'ed and texted their good-byes as well, some of which aired during the commercial breaks. The final episode airs this Wednesday, after which there will be a huge hole in my T.V. watching schedule. It will be sorely missed.
Sadness, sadness, sadness.
1 Seriously, who came up with the spelling for this word?