Rosario Dawson, Paul Rudd, and Eva Mendes at the Independent Spirit Awards.  I want to live in this picture.  If I could be reincarnated as anything, I’d choose Paul Rudd. Paul Rudd or a sea otter. |Buzzfeed|

MORNING LINKS

The Gnarly Sheen pyramid of greatness. |WarmingGlow|

Is a planet being born as we speak? |GammaSquad|

RIP, soccer owl. |WithLeather|

Extreme underwater ice hockey. |TheDailyWhat|

Lesson learned: don’t talk smack about a guy in a car while you’re standing in the middle of the street. |BostonBarstoolSports|

Prostitute Mickey, episodes 1 – 4. |GorillaMask|

The 25 greatest bikini scenes in cinema history. |ScreenJunkies|

Holy Taco’s video of the day. |HolyTaco|

Yo, it’s an At-At made of snow, yo. Still waiting for the other shoe to drop on internet Star Wars reference.  Stiiiiilll waaaaiting. |UnrealityMag|

Taylor Momsen stars in “goth slut goes to Starbucks”. True story, I had to google Taylor Momsen after this. |WWTDD|

Kim Kardashian’s new single sounds like robot’s death fart. |TheSuperficial|

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As part of its goal not to be noticed or talked about by anyone, the Independant Spirit Awards held its ceremony on Saturday, a day before the Oscars.  The Wrestler took home the best picture award it deserved at the Oscars, James Franco won best supporting actor for Milk even though he was better in Pineapple Express, and Woody Allen won best screenplay for Vicky Cristina Barcelona (even though he would’ve preferred not have another turgid discussion about categorical imperatives). You can see the full list of winners after the jump, but the most important thing that happened was Mickey Rourke giving yet another amazing, foul mouthed, refreshingly honest acceptance speech.

“Eric Roberts is probably the best actor I ever worked with and I don’t know why in the last 15 years ain’t nobody give him a chance to show his shit again, because whatever he did 15, 20 years ago should be forgiven – no, I’m goddamned serious.  Eric Roberts is the f-ckin man, and like I got, he deserves a second chance.  …It’s nice to be presented an award by these two talented… uh, three talented – I don’t know what you do, honey… I wanna thank, uh, Melissa, Marisa – Marisa Tomei! Goddammit, she had to do all this bare ass, and she brought it, and – is she here?  Well anyway, not many girls can climb the pole.  But she did it and she did it well.

There’s six minutes of acceptance speech, and all of it more awesome than anything that’s happened at the Oscars pretty much ever.  For whatever reason, the guy makes me laugh and tear up every time he opens his mouth.  What the hell is wrong with me?  I don’t even tear up when relatives die.  I think my insides might be broken.
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