Tired of holiday peace, love and understanding? So was an editor at the Los Angeles Times, who in the days leading up to Christmas 1924, ran an article that asked "What Will Happen When ‘Science' Perfects the Art of War?"
One's wearing a white shirt, the other black. Is it a smackdown between Good and Evil? Macs and PCs? Rosencrantz and Guildenstern? Nope, it's the big Lost season five finale, with tons of spoilers ahead.
Why did I read that huge Lost spoiler on io9 last week — and, more importantly, why did it turn out to be true? Spoilers and lamentation after the jump. More lethal spoilers, below.
The dynamic duo of Hurley and Miles teamed up again on last night's Lost for some soul searching — literally and figuratively. Spoilers and a confession after the jump.
Mutton dressed as lamb in some bad wiggery, a monologue-ing villain, and one pissed-off teenager: Lost had it all this week. Get spoiled after the jump.
News flash! Last night's Lost was Kate-centric, and I didn't hate it as much as I thought I would. Spoilers ahoy.
Oh, Sayid. You've done a very bad thing-or is it a very good thing? Oh, Lost, you've messed with my mind yet again. Spoilers ahoy!
Lost answered an all-important question last night (disco, punk, or Tony Orlando & Dawn?) when it showed us how Sawyer and crew spent the mid-1970s - the second time around. Let's dance, after the cut.
Last night's Lost was an hour-long festival of Locke, with a special guest appearance from the World's Biggest Kid (and I don't mean whiny Jack). Let's talk about it after the cut.
Though it featured lots of Jack and Kate, Lost delivered the goods last night... with a couple of exceptions. At least, I thought they were discordant notes, but let's discuss and recap after the jump.
If last week's episode of Lost was one for the shippers, this week's was tailor-made for people like me, who dig the action and island mythology. Let's recap and discuss after the jump.
Last night's Lost was one for the shippers. Lots of Jack-Kate angst and a mopey Sawyer. Luckily there were some dramatic reveals for the rest of us. Let's talk about it behind the cut.
Hooray! Lost was 100% Kate-free last night. In fact none of the Oceanic 6 made an appearance — but, oh, yeah, it somehow managed to be an interesting episode nonetheless. Oodles of spoilers follow.
Lost is back! Let's sort through the tangle of weirdness, bad parenting and shirtlessness together, and may the flying spaghetti monster of your choice help us all. Spoilers follow.
From the recently-posted Life magazine archives comes photographic evidence of a pistol-packing robot that predated Michael Crichton’s Westworld and Yul Brynner’s Gunslinger by some 13 years. We've got more pictures after the jump. Alas, the archives don’t tell us much more than that the robot was built by Robert…
Let's see, to begin with, the fish weighed 22 pounds. So did the Compaq Portable II computer (in retrospect, perhaps "luggable" is more accurate). Here, in a British commercial from 1986 or so, former Python John Cleese lays out the rest of the argument for the computer's superiority - including its big 4.2 megabytes…
As we get ready to bid farewell to broadcast television as we know it and prepare for our new digital overlord's arrival on February 17, let's take a peek at a past television technology when it was all shiny and new. In the early 1960s, RCA produced a promo film that, in this clip, used very simple animation, shots…
Here’s a clip from a cartoon I’ve never seen before: Dodo-The Kid From Outer Space. Produced in 1964 and originally broadcast in the L.A. area, Dodo was an alien child with a half-bird, half-computer friend named Compy (in this clip, he’s the one complaining about cake while everybody else wants to hear the story of…
Built of steel and aluminum, without running boards or fenders, and using buttons instead of door handles, the 1938 Phantom Corsair was the last word in long, low, streamlined art deco modernity on wheels. But when designer Rust Heinz (of ketchup fame, assisted by Maurice Schwartz) passed away shortly after the…
Oh, don’t get your panties in a bunch—I think we all agree that Hanna-Barbera takes a distant third in the great Chuck Jones/Tex Avery smackdown. But seriously, an interracial all-girl rock band flies through outer space in a giant magic wand, accompanied by their nemesis, her shit-stirring cat, and a cuddly alien…