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It's Wednesday. Time for Mortal Kombat.

It's Wednesday. Here's something to help you get over the hump:



The Mortal Kombat: Legacy finale!

Fighting! Cyborgs! Sorcerers!  The final episode kicks so much ass we don't know what to do bur stare slack-jawed at our screen and make gifs of our favorite fight scenes.




Watch it now and make your Wednesday kick a little more ass, too.

Do or Donut, there is no try...

Never let it be said that the Night Feed doesn't contain multitudes.  Sure, yesterday we told you about Mark Malkoff's quest to turn his doughy flagon of untoned flab into a rockin' six pack, but today we're taking a sharp left turn away from the world of health and fitness to indulge in another one of our not-so-secret passions: donuts! 

Chocolate, sprinkles, glazed, old-fashioned... we're not picky; we like them ALL.  And today is National Donut Day -- an actual holiday created by the Salvation Army to honor the battlefield nurses of World War I who coaxed injured soldiers back to health via the medium fried dough food (thanks, Wikipedia!).

And you don't need to be a mustachioed beat cop or having a support group meeting in a church basement to eat donuts anymore.  Everyone's doing it, including minor local television celebrities like Colin Tickler (David Hunt), son of legendary B-movie actress Evelyn Anders (Patricia Heaton).  Here's Colin extracting some donut innards from Episode 3 of the new My Damn Channel series Versailles...

Sexy, right?!  We bet introverted "You're In Sports" intern Sara Wolper (Martha MacIsaac) would agree.  So throw away your fertility talismans and Axe Body Spray.  Show some holiday spirit by rubbing a glazed donut across your bare chest and smearing your face with custard.  The Salvation Army demands it.
 

Help for Haiti

Our hearts are with all of the victims in Haiti.

Many lives have been lost, and many more are in desperate need of help - babies and small children have lost their parents, and many orphans are without shelter.  By visiting Haiti-Relief.com, you can donate as little as $5 to help rebuild those orphanages.

In the mean time, the Save the Children foundation has been setting up Child Friendly Spaces (shelters and camps) to give the children a place to play and sleep until other remedies surface.

By texting the word "SAVE" to 20222, a $10 donation to Save the Children will be added to your phone bill.

Also by texting the word "HAITI" to 90999, a $10 donation to the Red Cross will be added to your phone bill.

Other Links for Helping with Haiti Relief:

1. Real Hope for Haiti

2. Heartline Ministries

3. Love-A-Child

4. Partners in Health

5. Children of the Promise Orphanage

Also, George Clooney (among other film stars who have yet to be named) is teaming up with MTV for a telethon event to raise money for the victims.

The event is set to air this Friday, January 22 on all MTV networks (this includes VH1, Comedy Central, and CMT) along with ABC, HBO, NBC, and CNN.

DAD DREAMS

I'm not breaking down Bonaduce today, or bringing up My Damn Channel....I'm dreaming about my Dad on the third anniversary of his last day chasing dreams. Irwin Morton Barnett started off with two crappy names. When I tell you his mother's first name, you'll realize this was a guy who had a lot to overcome while growing up in depression and poverty in New York. Grandma Ukie was a ball buster. She married a kind, quiet man named Stanley Barnett and proceeded to give hell to her husband and son every chance she had. Somewhere inside a painful childhood, my father developed a deep desire to rise up out of repression and fight back with skills to market, brand, and promote Irwin Morton Barnett as I.M.B. He became an ad man able to conjure up commercial campaigns for clients that included airlines, foreign countries, radio stations, and tourist destinations. My dad became a big success - a big man in his own mind - and in his belly too. When he was as old as I am now, my father was sometimes mistaken on the streets of New York for Pavarotti. He perceived these mistakes a badge of honor, rather than as putdowns. This was a man extremely over-conscious of his own brand - always wanting to be considered a rainmaker, an influential power-broker. Three years ago, my dad died a broken man. Massive business success in the sixties and seventies led to extravagances that poisoned his spirit and took his health. My father never did drugs and rarely sipped wine, but he became hooked on money, on power, and on winning. Self-made roads led to self-obsessed dead ends. Passengers on the journey got swept up in the race - and a series of crashes wounded unsuspecting participants and bystanders. When he died on this January night in 2005, my dad and I had been estranged for several years. As I sit awake in the middle of 'the night feed' tonight with my 12 week-old son, and my wife and two daughters sound asleep, I’m praying that pain releases the past. I’m praying that my dad’s story informs the future for all of us that follow in his family. His story taught us to never to demand victory, but how to balance highs and lows. His hard times remind us life is supposed to be a team sport. Victories and losses have more meaning when they’re shared with people you trust. Treasure is tainted if it’s not shared. I’ve finally found words to thank my dad for all the good, the strength, and the creative commitment that inspired him to conjure up magic out of little more than dreams. I honor a man who fell in love with my mom and gave me life and love. This was a guy who showed me how to create substance from dreams and I’m dreaming that his hardworking soul is finally at peace.