Tuesday, November 25, 2014

More Tams and More Holiday BS

Ugh...don't get me started on Black Friday.  I try to avoid shopping at big box stores as much as possible every time the day after Thanksgiving comes a-creepin'.  Looks like I'll be hitting up the thrift stores this weekend instead.

Lately, I've been on multiple yarn runs this month.  And my pockets are bruised.  Snatched up some of the most beautiful wool yarns, only for my wallet to lose some drastic weight.  But nevertheless, I've made some funky tams out of said yarn and put 'em in the shop.  Since Winter's lurking in the bushes, you can get a loved one a fashionable, but toasty gift.


A warm, laid back Winter mesh snood

Whimsical Tam

Stained Glass Snood Redux

Cute little bric-a-brac skully

Spring Forest Tam


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

R.I.P. Sassony Arcade

It was earlier this month that a well-known arcade in Downtown Los Angeles permanently shut its iron curtains for good.  That place is the Sassony Arcade, located on 7th & Broadway.

The Sassony Arcade in Downtown L.A.
Man, I already miss this place.  I had a lot of good memories (and dates) here at this arcade.

August 2nd, 2007 - The day I turned 23 years old.  I met my best friend of seven years here, too.  It was your typical summer day in LA--hot and humid.  I decided to play hooky from French class and jumped on the 68 (before the route was shortened and became the 35) from Los Angeles Trade-Technical College to 7th and Broadway, just so I can play a particular game (see pictures below).


Best damn game to ever come out of Japan

Made in response to bootleg versions of the game
Now I must confess...I already have a copy of Street Fighter II for the Super Nintendo (or SNES, for short).  Actually, I have four (two copies of The World Warrior, one of Turbo: Hyper Fighting, and one of Super: The New Challengers).  I was just getting used to playing it on arcade again after a long time.  There's also a backstory behind the actual story.  I had a fear of playing SF2 on the arcade.  It was all because of some crappy bootleg version I played at a laundromat in Inglewood, California (see below).


Rainbow, an infamous bootleg version of Champion Edition
I wouldn't touch another Street Fighter II machine until 2004.  But fast forward to my 23rd birthday--I wanted to get in a game, just for fun.  That was when I saw this tall, handsome young man who (would become my best friend) playing on another SF2 machine (there were six in total back then).  He was playing as ol' bristle-head Guile, breezing through his opponents until he came across a weasel Blanka player who kept rolling all over the place (the machine was another random bootleg version of Champion Edition, by the way).  The young man lost to the ugly green beast, but his skills were unmatched.  Seventy-five cents later (after losing numerous times to M. Bison), I completed my session as Chun-Li.  Some time passed, and I gave this slim, gorgeous stranger the last of my credits after complimenting him on his playing abilities.  I jumped on the 40 and took my butt home, relaying that memory in my mind.  Needless to say, that same young man and I became tight afterward.

Flash forward to the summer of 2014--It was June 9th.  I took a trip to the arcade after completing the last of my final exams for a pick-up game related to Street Fighter (see below).

Crack, in the form of pixels
Playing Marvel vs. Capcom 2 damn near drove me into the poor house, because it was so dang blasted addictive!!!  I usually play to see if I could crack two billion points with my team (my squad is Guile, Chun-Li, and Cable).  It was a cute lil' fella watching me play another game (topped two billion plus points the first one).  I cracked two billion again, but my score ranked 2nd.  The same young man who watched me thought I was skilled at this game, so we had an interesting conversation.  Three months later, we became a couple.  So thank you, Sassony Arcade, for letting me meet two special people in my life.  And thank you, Capcom, for such great fighting games.

Monday, October 20, 2014

The 2014 Taste Of Soul

Saturday was a hell of a weekend...this much I can tell you.

October 18 was the day of the annual "Taste of Soul" festival here in Los Angeles.  Pretty much, any type of festival or event that happens on Crenshaw Boulevard (or anywhere in a known black community) is going to draw a big crowd.  Of course, I was leery about going due to the fact that I don't take well to big crowds when I'm by myself.  Luckily, I was with my mother and a couple of my cousins.  At least I managed to snap up a couple of halfway decent photos, though.  The camera on my Android phone is so crappy that I had to resort to using my mom's phone to get some dusk shots.

The first stage on Stocker St. 

The next stage on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd.

The main stage on Rodeo Rd.


By the way, that gorgeous, bald-headed, chocolate-skinned African king you see on the big screen in that last picture is R&B crooner Tyrese, native of Watts, California.  Big shout out to him, if he so happens to come across this blog (I want to have you don one of my crocheted crowns someday, Ty).

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The Death of Saturday Mornings

Let us all sit back and mourn the loss of a childhood ritual that occurred every week: Saturday Mornings.  Ah yes, Saturday Mornings, those times when kids jumped out of bed, gathered about in front of the television to watch their favorite cartoons, and their parents put up with the potential sugar rush that would happen as a result of overly sweet cereal being gnashed in between teeth.  Now the last local network, the CW (KTLA Channel 5 if you live in Los Angeles and Orange Counties, and the Inland Empire), has taken an age-old custom off life support.  But at least we have YouTube...

Now I can't explain memories of my (and anyone else's) kiddiehood in words, but maybe the following videos will help.




Even we '80s kids got a taste of some old school Hanna-Barbera goodness.


Ah, Thundercats...the epitome of Saturday Mornings.


And let's not forget its sister series, Silverhawks.

There are plenty more shows out there, but that's only the gist of it.

Lastly, you know the cartoons were over when this show came on afterward...



Now, what fun were Saturday morning cartoons without Soul Train???

Everyone, let us bow our heads in silence and pay our respects to the death of Saturday mornings.  You shall be missed.



You got a favorite Saturday morning memory?  Go ahead and drop 'em in the comments box.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

New Title, Same Blog

Well guys, I've made that transition.  And no, I'm not dead.  :P

I tweaked the name of my crochet blog so you can easily find it on the search engines.  Which reminds me...I gotta go to my TripleClicks store and do some more tweaking.  ;)

But trust and believe, I ain't going nowhere.

And please be on the lookout for some more crowns in my store.  Just trying to work on my degree and run a shop at the same time, you know...

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Heads Up - Slight Name Change

All you readers out there, I just want to let you know that I'll be giving this place just a small name tweak.  That way, it'll be easier for you to Google my blog and my humble crochet business.

Peace & Blessings!!!