Tag - robots

Robot Craves the Taste of Bacon That Only...

Okay, what did I say? The truth can now be told. Why did Arnold come back in time to take out Sarah Connor? Because robots think we taste like bacon. No, honestly. The robot in question was originally designed to taste wine via an infrared...

Terror is a Man Poster

And Now They Come to You With Open...

Further proof that you can find freaking anything on the Net, here’s a site devoted to nothing but B-movies in which you would spot a creature or robot or robot-creature carrying a woman in its arms. I picked that poster out of the...

Hyper Hybrid Gundam: It’s Coming Up...

Well that’s not something you see everyday: a five-foot tall remote controlled Gundam robot that has flashing eyes, sound effects, and is able to strike poses. And, as a bonus, I’m sure it will freak your dog right the fuck out...

Go Ape Shirts: Aliens and Robots and...

Okay, I think it’s no secret that we’re addicted to cool, wicked, funny T-shirts. No, really. We could stop if we wanted to, though. Honest. So it’s with mixed feelings that we heard about Go Ape Shirts, where they meet all...

Skynet Update: Robosapiens with Flamethrowers

MAKE Blog points out something else that we can expect a later version of to be facing down our grandchildren on the battlefields 0f the future. The video’s pretty cut and dried. It doesn’t chase a cat around the room or...

Styrobots on the March

Do you ever have a dream that all that styrofoam packing material that came with your last bigass appliance would somehow–perhaps via radiation or perhaps via black magic or something–bond with other bits of packing material from...

Forbidden Planet: That Robot, Man, He Always...

We Make Money Not Art tips us off to a most excellent resource of Forbidden Planet images, including several classic promo photos with Robby the Robot and Anne Francis. They snagged it originally from Hugo Strikes Back.

Vault Commercial: And Why Stop at Crows...

Vault, hailed as the second coming of Surge, offers up more evidence that it is truly, so to speak, its father’s son. After all, I was pulling shit like what’s in this commercial under the influence of Surge back in the day...