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Jonah Hill is skinny.
Perhaps you've heard? He's in a new movie called
Moneyball and he's been making the promotional rounds and we're here to tell you that the rumors are true: he's super-slimmed down.
You see, it just so happens that your
humble My Damn Channel blogger went to a professional baseball game last week and saw him in person when he threw out the first pitch:
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It is a very different look from his
Wainy Days role:
But just like we told our mom when she asked, "Is that the same guy from your Wainy Days show? Is he a good friend of yours or something? Should you go down to the field and say 'hi' to him?" We'll tell you the truth:
"Yes it's the same guy."
"No, we're not good friends."
"NO, MOM, WE'RE NOT GOING DOWN TO THE FIELD TO SAY 'HI.'"
But that last part was mostly just because security wouldn't let us.
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airport security on 4/15/2011 9:47:53 AM by Matt Warren
In case you haven't heard, the TSA is now giving pat-downs to six-year-olds. And while we admire the TSA's consistency, we can't help but wonder if this is one of those times when common sense could have prevailed and an exception perhaps been made. I'm guessing the biggest threat poised by the girl in the video is the possibility of getting roped into a hyperactive, one-sided conversation about Justin Beiber. God, kids will not SHUT UP about that guy.
Nevertheless, maybe instead of wasting their time with Journey, the kids of PS22 should brace themselves for the realities of modern air travel and instead do a cover of Harry Shearer's "Touch My Junk." In fact, I can't think of one single reason why this might be a bad idea. Oh wait, I just thought of about five-hundred. Never mind.
Harry Shearer is angry, y'all.
Air travel used to be romantic. Boyfriends and girlfriends could drop each other off at the airport and make out until the final boarding call sounded over the intercom. Whole families could wait at the gate for their kids to come home from college at Christmas. Travelers used to be able to choose belts and shoes for reasons that had nothing to do with how easy they were to remove quickly in airport security lines.
These days it's a good day if your flight takes off within three hours of its scheduled departure time.
So for every one of us who has been subjected to a random luggage screening, or forgotten to take off our earrings before going through a metal detector, or had half a bottle of water in his carry-on, or had a tube of toothpaste larger than 4 ounces... for every one of us who has had to explain an oddly-shaped item in our suitcase, had to pay an extra $100 just to take luggage on vacation... for anyone who has embarrassed herself by forgetting that she had her phone in her back pocket when she went through the scanner, or anyone who has had an anxiety attack when a TSA agent picks your bag up off of the conveyor belt and asks, "Is this yours?" For anyone who has ever fantasized about screaming at the family with five kids and the stroller: "JUST FOLD THE DAMN THING UP BEFORE YOU GET IN THE SECURITY LINE!"
For everyone who's mad as hell that a trip through airport security might mean an inadvertent game of rub and tickle, this song's for you:
TOUCH MY JUNK!
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Rob Barnett on 5/13/2008 12:37:29 AM by Rob Barnett
Press Release
PRESIDENT BUSH “LIES” ON MY DAMN CHANNEL
Harry Shearer’s “935 Lies” World Premieres Today
New York, NY – May 13, 2008 – My Damn Channel World Premieres Harry Shearer’s music video, “935 Lies” today. The song is from Harry Shearer's forthcoming record "Songs of the Bushmen." See it here.
Harry Shearer is an actor, author, director, satirist, musician, radio host, playwright, multi-media artist and record label owner. His work is inside the heads of millions worldwide from The Simpsons, This is Spinal Tap, Le Show, and Saturday Night Live. Shearer plunged into the online universe to become a cornerstone of My Damn Channel. Each week, Shearer unveils a new political or pop culture satire on his own branded channel.
“935 Lies” is filmed in what looks like a corporate meeting held by the publishers of "Modern Liar" magazine. Shearer enumerates, with what looks like either pride or insensate rage, some of the almost one thousand falsehoods uttered by Bush Administration leaders that led us to war. Oddly, as he does so, he sings about other notable things that come in bunches of a thousand. And food is served.
According to The Center for Public Integrity, “President George W. Bush and seven of his administration's top officials, including Vice President Dick Cheney, National Security Adviser Condoleezza Rice, and Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, made at least 935 false statements in the two years following September 11, 2001, about the national security threat posed by Saddam Hussein's Iraq.”
Harry Shearer said, “If it just helps us all to be better liars in our own lives, this damn war will have been worth it.”
Rob Barnett, founder & CEO of My Damn Channel said, "The most powerful force in the world is not a weapon or a nation but a truth...that we are spiritual beings and that freedom is the soul's right to breathe." Barnett was quoting President George W. Bush.
“935 Lies” Credits:
Music & Lyrics HARRY SHEARER; Director HARRY SHEARER; Producer KAREN MURPHY; Music Producer/Engineer JOHN FISCHBACH; Director of Photography MATT MINDLIN; Editor MIKE HALE
About My Damn Channel:
My Damn Channel is an entertainment studio and new media platform created to empower comedians, musicians and filmmakers to co-produce, distribute and monetize original, episodic video. Artists create content for the My Damn Channel website and for syndication on the most heavily-trafficked online communities and social networks. My Damn Channel has racked up 22 million views, 7 accolades from the 2008 Webby Awards, worldwide media coverage, major national advertisers and blah, blah, blah…Are you still reading? Start exploring now: www.MyDamnChannel.com
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Uncategorized on 1/8/2008 11:56:00 PM by Rob Barnett
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.
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Silent Debates on 11/13/2007 12:26:00 PM by Rob Barnett
Every fan of "LOST" gets a look inside its creator's cranium for a single-serving of one of the tastiest essays on the writers' strike.
Harry Shearer's "Found Objects" is the latest series joining Silent Debates, Crescent City Stories, and the best biting political pieces on the web - or in sloganland.....period. We're sending an elite mercenary to the beaches of LA to aid Sir Harry's search for more "Found Objects." This covert operative earned high security clearance after surviving a recent hostile takeover at one of our rebel bases in Chicago. There are rumors that Dr. Phil is coming to My Damn Channel.....and there is confirmation that Harry will be creating more SILENT DEBATES on the first 3 Tuesdays in December. Our debates let you decide which candidate has the least to say for our nation and for the world. If you missed the first, historic showdown, we offer Hillary's finest hour. Not one question was ducked, zero flip-flops....the picture of strength and certainty:
