Lam is a disgusting person, and this is his disgusting keyboard. He claims the damage was done by “typing too hard.” I claim that he’s just a dirty man. [Blam: Idiot, its not buildup, its the keys being worn down.]
Our beloved Chuck Norris who you might know as the karate fighting, cowboy hat wearing, roundhouse kicking, orange hairing and all around bad arse mother fucker is 69 today! On behalf of everyone at Giz, we wish Chuck Norris a very happy birthday. We felt it’d be fitting to celebrate this special occasion by hearing from the man himself as to why he’ll NEVER use a computer watch.
The Draganflyer X6 has been around for a bit now, but only recently have Canadian law enforcers begun using it to serve and profit protect. Here’s the first look at these flying UAVs in uniform.
I don’t know what part of this story I find more appealing: The Di Blasi R7 folding motorcycle, which weighs just 29.8kg, travels at 50kph and has a 50cc engine; or the fact that the distributor’s have created a company called Scoot2You, which rides one of these bikes out to you and your car after a few too many drinks and then drives you home.
At some point, Tokyoflash watches will lose their charm altogether on account of oversaturation in an already niche market. Until then, we can admire their Hanko watch, which I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from.
I can’t really fully describe Sixth Sense—a system that projects information over the real world, giving you information about it—or its potential in a line. Or at all. You have to, you must watch it:
The Prada Transformer is a huge four-sided open-air building whose floor can be any one of its radically different sides. Massive cranes rotate it into place, leaving the other three to compose its ever-changing ceiling.
You know how most people are perfectly happy with Apple standard-issue earbuds, white plastic molded around a crappy audio experience? A Stanford professor’s informal annual study shows that youngins like the “sizzle sounds” of MP3s.
I’m not sure whether I should be impressed by Rollin’ Justin’s incredible awareness, dexterity and strength (not to mention dance moves), or scared that the next time I go to a bar, I could be looking into that soulless face as I place my order. Hopefully by the time Justin starts stealing British backpacker’s jobs, it’ll be able to tell the difference between rat poison and Milo, otherwise our worst fears will be realised…
[YouTube - Thanks Robert!]
