I have few regrets from my period of employment at Gizmodo Media Group, but never writing a product diary has always been high up on the list. I read them obsessively—one of my favorite creepy interests is watching other people’s beauty routines, and product diaries are basically that, but in blog form.
Yesterday was SpaceX founder Elon Musk’s birthday. But instead of getting some loving from his beautiful girlfriend or perhaps one of his fancy cars (they can do that now, right?), Musk apparently decided to pop a few Ambien and craft a love poem to the floor.
You can say a lot about Apple—it brought smartphones and personal computers to the mass market, it changed the technology industry forever, it was controlled by a megalomaniacal asshole for much of its existence—but you’d have a hard time getting even the staunchest critic of the company to argue its products weren’t…
Look, I’m a straight woman with the maturity level of a 13-year-old boy. I am willing to admit that maybe—maybe—I sometimes see phalluses where they don’t exist. But this thing totally looks like a dick, right?
It’s been a bumpy ride, but it’s finally over. Today, Verizon announced the completion of its Yahoo acquisition at roughly $4.5 billion, giving us all the gift of a fancy new subsidiary named Oath and officially ending former Yahoo CEO Marissa Mayer’s tenure.
Life as an academic is hard, if you discount the summers off and the whole tenure thing. Assuming you’ve ever submitted a piece of research for publication, chances are you’ve had to go through the process of peer review—an often soul-crushing ordeal during which you and your ideas are metaphorically flayed by a jury…
Last night, a display screen in Union Station—one of Washington DC’s main transit hubs—found itself moonlighting as a tiny pornographic theater. Now, Gizmodo can exclusively reveal footage of the incident, and I can assure you that, one, it’s definitely pornography, and two, I have never had a commute this stimulating.
Two nights ago, while I was trying to shove a plate of slightly burnt asparagus into a Ziploc bag, slap some Bandaids on my ankles, and figure out how to get to the Passover dinner I was inappropriately late for, I got a Snapchat. It was a life-altering Snapchat, the kind I imagine is reserved for DJ Khaled, or an…
Most people, with the exception of those who live beneath the subway grates and Ted Cruz, don’t like to be alone for too long. We need—nay, crave—the attention of others. When that attention comes from an intelligent piano-playing machine, however, shit gets weird.
Marissa Mayer will resign from Yahoo’s board of directors and the company itself will be renamed Altaba Inc., according to documents filed with the SEC today.
Elizabeth Holmes’ struggling startup Theranos will lay off 155 workers, or roughly 41 percent of its staff, according a new report from Bloomberg. The remaining 220 employees “will focus on developing a new product, a tabletop blood testing product called the miniLab.”
Sonny Dickson has images and video of what he claims is the iPod-based interface—including a gnarly-looking, on-screen click wheel—that almost beat out iOS for the iPhone. Whether it’s legitimate or not, let me just say this: thank Christ it didn’t see the light of day.
At some point, somebody at Cadillac asked themselves what they could do to make the lives of the wealthy even easier. The answer they came up with, it seems, is BOOK by Cadillac.
Yesterday, Bernie Sanders and his Facebook fan pages took the internet by storm after the cranky senator printed out one of the President-elect’s tweets and set it up on the floor of the US Senate.
On Wednesday afternoon, Bernie Sanders decided to print out a big ol’ copy of a Donald Trump tweet and bring it to the floor of the United States Senate.
Swagtron, the ludicrously named company that previously went by the equally ludicrous name Swagway, has some new gear for 2017. One of the gadgets is called “SwagSurf,” and it’s exactly what it sounds like: a chariot that will (supposedly) carry you across bodies of water like a shitty millennial Jesus.
The tech industry relies, in part, on the hot air pulsating forth from its own grandiose delusions to keep it going. As president and CEO of the Consumer Technology Association, a powerful industry trade group, Gary Shapiro has an important role in belching out plenty of that hot air—and he recently did just that.
