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!
I was going to post a picture of the president we (re) elected, but a lot of people who read this site already think we’re just a bunch of liberal artist types who don’t know the “way things really work.” “You liberals with your thinking you’re better than everyone! Come on! Obama is the devil, he’s gonna take your guns and eat your babies! I reads the internets so’n I can be ready a when for the gubment comes for me!” See what I did there? I fulfilled your stereotype.
Check out the five best posts from November and vote for your favorite:
If you’re reading this right now, there’s a good chance you’re at work the day after Christmas. Or…you’re just a loyal Lost Ogle reader interested in seeing what happened 60 days ago. Either way, I feel sorry for you.
October’s top 5 TLO posts are after the jump.
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