Ready to feel old with me?
Eighteen years ago today, when I was a wee little married lad of just 29 years old, toiling away in the corporate marketing and spin world, I created The Lost Ogle in the back bedroom of my house using a generic WordPress template, a bad logo, and a $4.99-a-month GoDaddy hosting plan.
Three days later, my wife and I separated, and my life veered off in a whole new direction—and, well, here I still am. Writing for you on the Internet. Good times!
For my first article, I tossed out a forgettable little ditty about the Channel 25 weather team. The only thing of note is that I documented the 2007 price of Henry Hudson’s happy hour draws.
Is it just me, or does the FOX 25 weather crew look more like a bunch of Bob Howard car salesmen rather than a group of Oklahoma City weathermen? Instead of talking about the jet stream, hook echoes and the dry line, I picture them sitting around some $0.80-cent draws at Henry Hudson's blabbering about the hot chick who bought the beat up Accord, what they plan to do with their "future", and of course, the "good old days."
Anyway, that there headline, picture and paragraph is the first ever post here at TheLostOgle.com. At this website, a group of young, amazing and strikingly attractive Oklahoma City residents are going to offer our "2-cents", "rants" or "morning news show styled opinions" on a variety of topics concerning Oklahoma City and the rest of the world. It's a daunting task. In fact, it's a task so daunting that only an Ogle brother could do it.
That's why we're TheLostOgle.com. And that's our two cents.
That’s sweet. It takes me back to the pre-gentrification Oklahoma good old days when local chains were still hopping suburban hot spots to grab a bite and a drink.
“Where do you want to go for happy hour?”
“Louie’s? Charlestons?? Hudsons???”
“Actually, I think Kathleen wants wine. How about Zio’s?”
Over the years, I’ve met a lot of fans, readers, and groupies who claim to have been reading this site since way back in 2007—our National Lampoon-inspired lad mag era, a super satirical time when where you were more likely to click on a spoofy list of Oklahoma Embarrassments, a ranking of hot news women, or a batch of State Fair photos than a breaking news article, political exposé, or food review.
You know, back when we were still relevant and funny!
Since then, we’ve obviously—and kind of begrudgingly—changed with the times.
As I got older and my interests and economics shifted, our content shifted with it. We gradually started focusing more on media and politics and—thanks to the Ogle Mole Network—even started dabbling in real-life, actual news reporting.
That last part is, by far, what I’m most proud of.
By reporting the ridiculous as if it’s serious, and the serious with the irreverence it often deserves, you take satire to new meta levels. You don’t just mock the system—you reveal how absurd it really is. Make sense? I guess it’s satire in disguise, and, sadly, sometimes the only way to figure out the truth in this right-wing batshit crazy dystopia we call home.
Anyway, if you’re one of those readers from the early days and remember when we first reported that an OU baseball coach’s daughter posed in Playboy as an OSU student—or that Mary Fallin once got engaged at the Playboy Mansion—I’d like to thank you for still sticking around. And I hope you feel as old as I do.
As AI becomes more prevalent — and more and more eyeballs in the attention economy get sucked away by corporate tech titans — who knows where the next 18 years will take this little website and media brand, but we’ll keep doing our best to keep you entertained, informed and advised.
Well, unless a better deal comes along. The I'm out.
Until then, stay with The Lost Ogle. We’ll keep you advised.
