http://kellyegan.tumblr.com/

This night just turned into a double date

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:15:14 -0800

This night just turned into a double date

I think of Luis.

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 13:42:00 -0800

I think of Luis.

I'm in December, drinking horchata

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 13:00:00 -0800

Chatrooms, old school style

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 22:46:00 -0800

molmeister:

Get on AIM
File —> Go to Chatroom
Chatroom name: bartthebear

Everybody in the pool.

Greatest. Idea. Ever.

Went to the doctors, hit a bucket of balls at the driving range,...

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:50:24 -0800

Went to the doctors, hit a bucket of balls at the driving range, road my bike from my house to the Harbor, brewed my own coffee, finished the LA Times crossword without cheating, sang “Bad Romance” in the shower, mostly ignored Tumblr all day, finished a contract, reconnected with a best friend, played with a golden retriever at the park, had sushi with my Dad, checked my e-mail, then cuddled with Bart on the couch watching “Meet Me In St. Louis”.

I am the luckiest.

This is what IM Conversations look like in my head.

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:17:00 -0800

This is what IM Conversations look like in my head.

kl7: Minneapolis-based illustrator Brock Davis painted...

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 14:05:37 -0800

kl7:

Minneapolis-based illustrator Brock Davis painted Expressionist screen shots of classic arcade games, such as the above Donkey Kong

(via Expressionist Versions of Classic Arcade Games – Neatorama)

If children had superpowers they would ____________.

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:22:11 -0800

If children had superpowers they would ____________.

Photo

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:14:14 -0800

Want this between your legs? Milwaukee Bicycle Co. builds a mean...

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 19:24:00 -0800

Want this between your legs?

Milwaukee Bicycle Co. builds a mean dreamstick.

Johns’ of Prolly Is Not Probably

gleeks: (via longlivethequeen) Ahhhhhhhhh push it.

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:33:38 -0800

gleeks:

(via longlivethequeen)

Ahhhhhhhhh push it.

Courtesy of the City of Orange

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:38:19 -0800

Courtesy of the City of Orange

"You cannot make friends with the Bloggers. That’s what’s important. If you write..."

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 13:00:52 -0800

“You cannot make friends with the Bloggers. That’s what’s important. If you write on-line: first, you will never get paid much. But you will get free Apple gift cards and Google Wave accounts. And they’ll buy you drinks, you’ll meet girls with bangs, they’ll try to get you into concerts for free, offer you drugs and Tumblarity… I know. It sounds great. But they are not your friends. These are followers who want you to write sanctimonious stories about the genius of being famous ‘just because’, and they will ruin the Internet and strangle everything we love about it.”

- OP

I met Lyn in the summer of 2008,

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 02:11:00 -0800

a seventy-five year old woman living in a large house once owned by one of Howard Hugh’s mistresses, deep in the Hollywood Hills.

She agreed to have me stay in the spare room for the summer to ease my commute to Disney, in exchange for company and some help around the house. Her husband, Clark, passed away that October from misdiagnosed cancer.

Lyn said she was through her grieving stage, but her husband’s clothing still hung in the closet. His car keys were still on the key hook, and his favorite cereal remained stocked in the pantry. She would continue to buy cake for desert because,

“Cake was Clarks favorite…but I like pie.”

I said she should get pie then. Why the hell not? He’s not here anymore, you can eat what your please.

I’m an idiot.

It happened one night after Jeopardy, when Lyn and I were sitting in the living room, chatting about relationships. I noticed a brick sitting on her fireplace mantel. I asked about it. She fetched it to my hand. It was a simple, red brick with painted white lettering on one side that read: “Clark Loves Lyn”. I flipped the brick over “…Forever”.

It was the last Christmas present he gave her. The cancer came in June.

Lyn said, “I was so cross when he gave me that. I scolded him saying, ‘Oh Clark, very funny. This is a brick. What am I, a brick to you?’ And he said to me, ‘but Lyn, all great foundations begin with one brick. This one is ours.’”

She began blinking into tears.

And that’s when I realized she didn’t just lose her husband - but the father of her children, her best friend, her one great love. They built a life and a family together. Found each other through the bad, the terrible, the depths of hell and back. They survived a world war, two teenage daughters, several decades of change, and each other. One day, we will all part with the ones we love. One day I too will lose my husband, my best friend, my one great love. All it took was one brick.

At that moment all I could do was hold her hand, and cry.

Me and You.

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:10:00 -0800

Me and You.

Happy Birthday, Alex!

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 22:39:08 -0800

Happy Birthday, Alex!

OLF Reunion

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 21:23:24 -0800

OLF Reunion

T.J. Miller Auditions for Yogi the Bear “What’s...

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 18:07:00 -0800

T.J. Miller Auditions for Yogi the Bear

“What’s happening? You’re not taking this seriously, or at least you’re not helping me get the job. Do you understand what I’m saying? We talked about this before hand, I gave you several marshmellows…”

I die.

THECHAINGANGKIDS

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 17:51:03 -0800

THECHAINGANGKIDS

sweaterkid: fuckyeahbear: fybears: That’s his bike now. Two...

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 15:34:00 -0800

sweaterkid:

fuckyeahbear:

fybears:

That’s his bike now.

Two out of my four most favorite things. ever.