The Late Night Battle Goes Sci-Fi in 48 Hilarious Ways [Photoshop Contest]


For this week’s Photoshop Contest, I asked you to re-imagine the current Late Night battle through the lens of your favorite sci-fi movies. And wow, some of these are absolutely epic. One of our best contests yet, to be sure.

First Place—Greg Reese

Second Place—Jelani Memory

Third Place—Bobo the Teddy

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New Candidate For Apple Tablet Name: The iPad [AppleTablet]


Here’s what we know, from MacRumors: last July, Apple dummy corporation Slate Computing, LLC applied for a trademark for an “iPad.” Similar applications have since been filed in England, Australia and Hong Kong. Also: what a terrible name.

We’d heard rumors of the iPad starting way back in August, when it appeared on a mysterious Border’s survey. Since then, though, iSlate has been the frontrunner. But with some of the iPad applications being filed just this week, we may be looking at an awkwardly named tablet device indeed.

The first reactions here at Gizmodo HQ were that it sounded like anything from a feminine hygiene product to a terrible way to nickname your apartment, but it turns out MADtv beat us to the punch:

With all the lawsuits Apple’s already facing, can they really stand another from a defunct late-night sketch comedy show? Guess we’ll find out soon enough! [MacRumors]

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After 21 years of marriage, My wife wanted me to take
another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I
love you, but I know this other woman loves you and
would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was
my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the
demands of my work and my three children had made it
possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for
dinner and a movie.

“What’s wrong, are you well,” she asked?

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of
bad news.

“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you ,”

I responded. “Just the two of us.”

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I
would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her
up I as a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I
noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our

She waited in the door with her coat on. She had
curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had
worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an

“I told my friends that I was going to go out with my
son, and they were impressed,” she said, as she got
into the car.

“They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,
was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if
she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes
could only read large print. Half way through the
entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there
staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

“It was I who used to have to read the menu when you
were small,” she said.

“Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the
favor,” I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation,
nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events
of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed
the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go
out with you again, but only if you let me invite
you.” I agreed.

” How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got

“Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,”
I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart
attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a
chance to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of
a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I
had dined.

An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance.

I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless,
I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for
your wife. You will never know what that night meant
for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying
in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the
time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more
important than your family. Give them the time they
deserve, because these things cannot be put off till
“some other time”.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to
normal after you’ve had a baby … somebody doesn’t
know that once you’re a mother , “normal” is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
instinct, somebody never took a three-year-old

Somebody said being a mother is boring … somebody
never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a
driver’s permit.

Somebody said if you’re a “good” mother, your child
will “turn out good”… .somebody thinks a child comes
with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said “good” mothers never raise their voices
somebody never came out the back door just in time to
see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor’s
kitchen window.

Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a
mother…. somebody never helped a fourth grader with
his math.

Somebody said you can’t love the second child as much
as you love the first … somebody doesn’t have two

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to
her child-rearing questions in the books…. somebody
never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is
labor and delivery….somebody never watched her
“baby” get on the bus for the first day of
kindergarten or on a plane headed for military “boot

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes
closed and one hand tied behind her back ..somebody
never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her
child gets married….somebody doesn’t know that
marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
mother’s heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother’s job is done when her last
child leaves home….somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you
don’t need to tell her…. somebody isn’t a mother.

Pass this along to all the “mothers” in your life, and
to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn’t just
about being a mother, it’s about appreciating the
people in your life while you have them….no matter
who that person is.

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