In 2013, we here at The Lost Ogle have resolved to bring you some new and hard-hitting features. Sure, we’ll still bring you your favorites, like Monday Morning Tweets, Friday Night in the Big Town, and pictures of Emily Sutton and Joleen Chaney doing everyday things. But this is the year that we’re stepping up our game.
You see, at TLO, we want to ensure that we continue to please our readership. We know that you demand the highest and most quality posts because you deserve the best. In an effort to not clog your feed reader up with nonsense and worthless musings, we’ve come up with a list of some proposed posts and features to entertain you through 2013. Let us know in the comments what features you’d like to see and which ones you’d love to see!
Patricia’s Product Demos
Patricia’s has been sponsoring our humble blog for a while now. Just like us, Patricia’s is committed to quality, and because of this, we thought that there was no better way to help them demonstrate the quality of their products than with video product demos. We have set up a webcam, and it’s a subscription only sort of a thing. You do have to pay to see it, but trust me, it’s totally worth it. You’ll wanna see Patrick’s nipple clamp demo.
Happy New Year, Moles. I hope you’re enjoying the holidays. I sure am. In addition to some needed time off to refresh my brilliant mind, I received some amazing Christmas presents. Here’s a list of what I got:
– A pair of shoes
– A shirt
– Omelet maker
– Popcorn popper bowl
– 3 bottles of Chimay beer
– Ceramic tortilla warmer
– $50 check
– Cubs hat
– $25 Half-Priced Book Gift Cards
– Sweat pants, or as my hysterical little brothers called them, “work pants.”
Merry Christmas to me, right? I bet you’re jealous.
Anyway, I thought a fitting final post for 2012 would be to take a look back at some of our bold predictions for the year. We came up with a list of 20 back in January, and believe it or not, a couple of them actually came true.
Here we go:
Do you feel that in the air, readers? The winds of time are shifting and bringing in a whole new year. Sure, we’ve all made our lists of things that we want to do better. We’ve got resolutions for days, and we’re all finally going to lose weight and save money and tackle that project we’ve always said we would. But let’s be real, y’all. We’re all going to drink until we black out, wake up in a pile of vomit, and then kiss a stranger at midnight. Same thing every year. And January first will roll in with that same hangover, and that same sense that perhaps it isn’t your year. Sorry to be a downer. But let’s be real. You’re never getting abs, dude.
Anyway, here’s your New Year’s Eve in the Big Town!
Probably the best way to ring in 2013 is with a new beer, and Black Mesa has you covered. They will be debuting their newest beer at Grandad’s for you to toast to all those handsome strangers you plan to go home with. The Dizzy Pickers play at 10, and the new beer (an ESB—my number one favorite type of beer ever!) debuts at midnight.
Good morning, folks. It’s the last day of 2012. It was a year full of historic moments: Barack Obama was re-elected president of the United States, NASA’s Curiosity rover successfully landed on Mars, and The Lost Ogle launched a new series called Monday Morning Tweets.
As MMT grew, it became clear that one man would be the star of the show. A renaissance man in the truest sense, Dean Blevins wears many hats: former college quarterback, journalist, and the best on-air urinator this market has ever seen. In 2012 Dean added one more line onto his resume: Twitter superstar.
After the jump, we look back at the year that was @DeanBlevins.
For all of you non-cool people, this is a scene from the Empire Strikes Back where the Empire invades the ice planet Hoth. That’s what I was expecting to reenact on Christmas thanks to the promise of Hoth like conditions from local meteorologists. Well, I guess meteorologists have something in common with my dad, especially if they’re alcoholics who punch me, because he lied about Hoth like conditions too. When I was a kid I wanted the Hoth playset for Christmas and instead got a bowl full of ice with a bag of plastic Army guys. “We’re poor!” dad said. Well, decades later and all the memories came flooding back meaning I spent yet another Christmas crying over not being Han Solo. For the record, that’s almost every Christmas.
Get out of here 2012!
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